Are you somewhere that’s getting snow?
Charles Street & 23rd January 2010
Snow drifts on 23rd. No way to drive through that.
Channeling Gene Kelly. I may have been a little drunk here.
If so, I really hope that you went out shopping yesterday and already have your milk, bread, and toilet paper. I’m looking specifically at our friends in New York and New England.
Speaking of New England, I only remember it snowing once when I lived in Boston and it wasn’t all noteworthy. Isn’t that weird? I know that it had to more than that, but I only remember the one time. Well, that’s aside from the time I nearly killed myself and Frank the Cat while driving back to school after Thanksgiving; my VW Beetle did a full 360 spin-out in the middle of I-80. But I guess that was more ice than snow.
When I lived in Brooklyn, I remember there being a big snow storm because my brother was staying with me and he had taken the train into Manhattan to see a friend and he had the worst time getting back to Brooklyn. We ended up playing A LOT of Super Nintendo because there was absolutely nothing to do. It seemed like the city shut down.
Much like when I was here in Baltimore for the Snowpocalypse of 2010. The city definitely shut down. I didn’t even live here yet, I was just visitin Dearly Departed Cleve. We were trapped in his apartment (which eventually became my apartment) with no cable tv and no furniture. Seriously. The only furniture in the house was his futon, a tv stand, a desk chair and folding table with his computer on it. Oh, and a slow cooker! I made ropa vieja in the slow cooker. Thank the lord that my mother suggested to me to buy a shit-ton of booze before I drove down (I think I brought a box of red, a box of white, a fifth of Jim Beam and I think a couple bottles of sparkling something or other); it got us through the initial snow. Really, drunk is the best way to get through an event like that. Luckily, urban living allows for a walk up the block to the bottle shop or to the local bar/restaurant for some boilermakers and wings.
And speaking of cities shutting down, when I lived in Richmond with my brother it snowed/iced for a few days and everyone in VA lost their minds. They don’t have plows down there and they don’t have salt, so I remember guys in those orange jumpsuits going around and throwing sand everywhere like that was somehow going to create traction or melt something. All it did was make tan slop. Silly Southerners.
Now ending snowy walk down memory lane.
Well, all of that is neither here nor there. I am hoping to this week do a little bit of clearing house with a lot of the posts that I have up in the queue–so I am hoping that this week will be The Week Of Hors d’Oeurves!
To kick it off, here is something wintry: The Annual Weenie Wreath!
But this year, due to how popular Weenie Wreath was in 2013, I made a DOUBLE WEENIE WREATH!!!