Possum Blood

Now. You may be wondering why I chose to put this horrifying picture on my blog. Well, if you had been there, as Madison was, scraping off the glob of blood from my J Crew pea green corduroy pants, you would choose this exact image too.

Last night, Madison and I went to the CLIF bar warehouse to see the Save Our Snow documentary, concert, auction, food, etc. Cheeseboard Pizza proved to be delicious (Berkeley food, I love you) and I won the $35 beanie for $16 at the silent auction. Oh and there was some great Fat Tire beer as well...I LOVE my recent drinking eligibility. Don't worry, I'm not an alcoholic, in fact, I don't like alcohol much at all nor does it like me (the life of a lightweight). Anyway, we enjoyed ourselves, watching the film, and listening to the extremely attractive and talented filmmakers (pro skiers and snowboarders in the flesh!) (Justin, you're WAY cuter than them, don't worry :) )

The environmental message was clear:

GLOBAL WARMING=WARMER EARTH=SNOW MELT=NO MORE SNOW SPORTS

STOP GLOBAL WARMING=KEEP SNOW SPORTS

See link below for film trailer:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j3T3Yx3_B8Y

Now, you're probably wondering, what does this all have to do with possum blood?

Being great environmentalists, Madison and I rode our bikes to this event (6.8 miles baby, yeah) and on our way home, I was crossing an intersection when I noticed my wheel approaching a mangled mess in the middle of the street.

It was a dead possum with blood oozing out of it's broken neck. Sorry for the grotesque description.

Without the time to turn back, I re-ran over this sad being. We've all done it in our cars, right? And we feel bad, but not AS bad as if we ourselves had been the original murderers of this innocent animal, yes? Well, I definitely felt bad, but this sympathy for the possum was quickly replaced with disgust. My bike caught some of the blood and splattered it onto my leg.

GROSS.

Like I said, Madison was kind enough to scrape off the glob leaving behind a subtle, yet DISGUSTING stain of possum blood on my pants. That's what friends are for!

Real friends are there to scrape the rodent blood off your pants when you need it most.