Chinese New Year was a very, very cold day.
Morning, gotta rush out to meet at the club to pack lions, dragons and drums and stuff into a rental truck. I wasn't thinking much, and I only grabbed the club sweater and no other jackets on top of that.
Or gloves. Or anything else of that nature.
It was rather frosty today. Got to the club to get stuff into the truck. Also quite chilly.
By the time we got to the mall to do our thang . . . well, we were better from riding in cars and whatnot . . .
. . . but then we found out that the performance stage was going to be an OUTDOOR deal so they could use firecrackers.
Eff.
Also, out dragon is mounted on metal poles.
Eff.
At least things got warmer inside once we started doing the lettuce-around-the-mall thing. Except our route was really convoluted and we ended up doing a lot of circles going to the different shops and stuff. That was stupid.
Buuuut, that was done, and considering how much of a total wing-job the entire performance was, it wasn't bad.
So naturally we weren't finished for the day, and had to drive out to a Honda dealership to do a lion dance for them as well.
Outside.
Eff.
Once I got home, I even found the back door open - possibly because someone was walking back and forth earlier, possibly because it's a Chinese New Year good luck thing to open doors and windows and stuff. Either way, draft comin' down the stairs.
Eff.
Other than that, plowed through over half of the long over due pile of Fan Words (it got up to 80!) where naturally most of them never should have been "nominated" in the first place. Or something.
So yeah. The Year of the Ox is thus far a frighteningly cold one. Also, apparently it's not just the Year of the Ox, it's the "Year of the Golden Ox".
Go fig. Whatever. Gong hei fat choi again, fellows.
Eff.
