Saturday, April 10
1:07 pm

next up: round the bend

so rock climbing was fun and a half. the best female climbing buddies, i think, are slightly giggly, but not giggly enough to venture into "what do you mean it's dangerous to let go like that? i almost broke a nail! my manicure was in danger!" territory. in other words, the best female climbing buddies are those that can climb, just not better than you. the best male climbing buddies are those that are poor enough at math to not realise that
male + many(females) + rock climbing = male + belaying + all the damn time.

i had the best climbing buddies!

despite the all female entourage (i've got my eye on The Prom Prince for next time though. shh!), and the occasional venture into nail-break territory ("ooh, ooh, i want a picture of me on the way down!", "i feel like a grand piano!", "okay, now belayers strike a pose!"), all of us managed to make it, at very least, up wall 5 more than once, which is more than what i can say for the guys beside us. guys? it's really embarrassing to get shown up by a bunch of girls, especially when the girls in question include Mrs. Polar née UN Diplomat and her masseuse-manager friend L.

Snookums and i got stuck belaying the rock climbing virgins, and i must say, i was seriously fighting the urge to yell, "put on a few marriage pounds there, haven't you?" up to Mrs. Polar. i kid, i only flew a metre off the ground when she let go because she's taller and therefore bigger. put away the knife, honey!

anyhow, this morning i pranced to the mirror upon waking and to my disappointment i didn't look half as muscly as i felt. and here the definition of feeling muscly is "knowing that muscles are there because they sure as hell ache like they're there". oh well. i'm all excited about climbing again but next week is water week (wakeboarding... echh) and i'm facing a definite lack of climbing buddies. anyone?

speaking of muscles, the topic for today is superpowers, and the want of. i desire the ability to make days Days. you know, the same superpower that companies like hallmark seem to possess ("Happy Bipolar Thrice-Divorced Grandmother's Day!"). come to think of it, i believe governments across the world have already obtained and are masters of that power. witness: international year of the family. year, no less.

oh grand masters, take this little grasshopper in so she may learn from the best.

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