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I Can't Go On Mr. Frodo!

Posted by cereals Posted on: 08/28/08

I Can't Go On Mr. Frodo!

(Or, the one in which we are almost bitten by vampres/stabbed by thugs)

Last night, my dear sweet Ashley had the brilliant idea of going down to the Mumbles for a nice ice cream, then a drink or two at one of the many pubs along what is known as "the mumbles mile." He assured me that it was only about a one mile walk, and we'd be there in about 45 minutes.

For the record, google maps insists it is a 3.6 mile walk. One way. Had I known that, I most definitely would have worn different shoes. Actually, I should have worn different shoes knowing that it was even as long as a mile walk (one way), and knowing that people who think of a mile as "only a mile" are really walking about two miles, at least.

The whole thing is my fault, really.

The walk there was actually quite nice, when I wasn't complaining about how fast Ashley was walking or how much my feet hurt.

The sun was setting across Swansea bay, and I didn't even get chilly since Ashley was smart enough to suggest I stuff one of my sweaters in his backpack. I shouldn't have been such a whiney git, really.

After enjoying our rediculously expensive ice creams, we headed down to a cozy little pub, ate pringles, and drank cider and wine. The bathrooms were adorned with zebra toilet seats, and the music we enjoyed was a never ending stream of "non-cheesy classics" such as "Let's Get it On" by Marvin Gaye, and the Joe Cocker version of "I Get By With A Little Help From My Friends."

Though we walked out to the Mumbles along the path by the beach, we walked back along the road. The path wasn't lit, and my red wine soaked mind didn't want to get "bitten by a vampire" or "stabbed by a thug."

Alcohol does amazing things to reduce the pain of a girl's shoe fetish.

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