My knees are scraped up. Like, epically scraped up. I can’t even move without them burning. Two days after the fact. What happened?
Interesting question, and I’m so glad you asked.
Well, you see, after swing dancing stopped, none of us really wanted to, so we headed down to the Student Center, but it was occupied by people playing board games, so someone made a few phone calls while we nutters went sliding on the ice-sheeted snow. The ice was strong enough to bear our weight, so we did a sort of ice-skating thing. I took off my heels (impossible to skate in those things) and started skating around in my socks. Which, incidentally, didn’t impede my movement as much as you would think. BUT I was wearing a skirt. (No, there were no issues with that. I buttoned up my coat, and that coat is pretty stiff, and very long, and wouldn’t show a thing.) Which meant my knees were bare. Also, I don’t always have great balance on the ice. See where this is going? When I fell, my knees would go through the ice and they would get cut. I didn’t even noticed until Leo dramatically yelled “Oh my goodness!!!!!!!!!” at my legs, and I looked down and noticed I was bleeding all the way down to my socks. As a side note, I really wish I could recreate that yell of his. It was something else.