Last Thursday. The weather was great - big heavy snowflakes fell down from the sky. Dr Murks was walking to the salsa training and was looking soon looking like a snowman. So were all the other people on the streets: Smiling happily, carrying coal- eyes, -buttons, billycan-hats and carrots instead of nose. What a beautiful crowd!
Dr Murks went to dance. First to salsa-training and then to a dance-party organized by Old-Fat-Geographers. The party was great! The party was good! The party was super! Dr Murks did not drink a bit of alcohol due to the bet still valid till the end of January. But it was even better. You do all the crazy dancing and talking as you would do when you are drunk but you see it all clearly, remember it clearly and does not have an hangover in the morning :).
But when.. but when... But when Dr Murks was finally going home the snow was melted, the snowmen were melted. Streets were empty and wet. The spring was again winning the fight with the winter. And it supposed to be January.... Bad, bad, bad El Nino!
Dr Murks went to dance. First to salsa-training and then to a dance-party organized by Old-Fat-Geographers. The party was great! The party was good! The party was super! Dr Murks did not drink a bit of alcohol due to the bet still valid till the end of January. But it was even better. You do all the crazy dancing and talking as you would do when you are drunk but you see it all clearly, remember it clearly and does not have an hangover in the morning :).
But when.. but when... But when Dr Murks was finally going home the snow was melted, the snowmen were melted. Streets were empty and wet. The spring was again winning the fight with the winter. And it supposed to be January.... Bad, bad, bad El Nino!
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