As I'm sure you are aware, a giant crazy insane BLIZZARD hit the east coast this weekend. OK so in reality it was more like your boring run of the mill snow "storm," but still, there was snow coming out of the sky in vast quantities. Thankfully I didn't feel the urge to go stock up on milk and bread (if I'm stuck in my house during a storm I most certainly will not be consuming milk and bread. Eww) so I managed to avoid the panic.
Yes, the panic. Weather.com predicts 10 inches or whatever and people go NUTS trying to stock up on "essentials" like milk and bread. Is it just me or are there times that I don't leave the house for days on end just out of sheer laziness?! I don't stock up on milk and bread for those occasions. Bottom line, people in the south are crazy when it comes to snow.
Brian and I had volleyball finals on Friday night and then planned to hang out with the team afterwards. Obviously a little snow was not going to keep us from celebrating with the team. After the game (We lost, tears), when we left the gym, there was already about 2 inches on the ground and it was coming down like crazy. We wiped down the car and went on our merry way to don our gay apparel for the night's festivities.
In the 1 hour that it took us to shower and get ready to head out for the night, another 2-3 inches had accumulated. Being the smart cookies that we are, we called a cab and hoped that the cabbie would be a good snow driver. Turns out he was, and we made it the 1.5 miles to Monument Ave quite safely.
The group ended up at Bandito's (for 80s night - whoo hoo!) and we felt like we had our own private 80s snow party. Thanks to the new no-smoking-in-bars-without-a-ventilated-space-for-non-smokers laws (and the fact that we were all dressed like crazy people), we had the whole ventilated dance floor room to ourselves.
I'd Hit That. (the name of our Vball Team)
We danced like it was nobody's business and had a grand ole time. And all the while mother nature was just POURING down snow. In the end Brian and I managed to get a cab home (thank the good LORD we didn't have to walk) and we ended up snowed in for the entire weekend.
One of our main goals this weekend was to see what would happen when we put the cats out in the snow. Would they play in it? Would they panic? Would they eat it? The possibilities seemed endless. And what else is there to do when you can't leave snow prison? (Besides play Wii, watch movies, make delicious corn chowder, and drink wine?!)
The results of our cat experiment were quite interesting. Deuce had no idea what was going on, and didn't care that there was snow on the ground. He just wanted to be outside and would pay any price to do so. He ran out the door and straight into a deep pile of snow and kind of just flopped around a bit. Mr. Chips on the other hand HATED the snow (probably because he was afraid of getting lost in it...he's white) and cried at the door to get back inside.
Deuce falling through the snow.
Too cool for snow.
It abounds!!!
Perspective -- that's our patio table.
All in all, it pays to live in a state that can't handle its snow. Plows just don't really exist in Richmond, VA so we couldn't even leave the house if we wanted to. While people may panic and eat all the milk and bread, at least we get a nice relaxing weekend at home without having to worry about doing anything more than play with the cats.
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