On the way there I saw a huge group of people gathered at the top of Denny, and immediately I knew what they were up to. Sledding!
I saw two cross-country skiers, too. And this biker. Hardcore, man.
It took about an hour and a half to get to A's apartment and my Sorrels gave me bruises on the sides of my calves, above the ankle, but I had a good time and I considered the company (and the wine) well worth the trek.
|That's not a pose; that is A's normal face. Just kidding! She is adorable.|
At some point we wandered around the corner to our friend T's place, where we decided to take the Myers-Briggs test (T is an ENTJ, I am an ISFP, and A is an ENFP), told each other what kind of animals we were most like (I am evidently a cat; T is a crane; and A is Carnitas), and swapped dating horror stories (notable first date quotes include, "I just like to be with you every minute."), among other things.
I hadn't thought ahead to what I would do when it got dark, so I stayed over at T's apartment. When I woke up, he made me an omelette and let me watch the first season of "The Walking Dead" on Netflix while he worked from home. Score!
|I will admit that much of my addiction to the show stems from Andrew Lincoln's pretty lips. (Source.)|
Later, we ordered Thai food and watched snow fall...while we watched more "Walking Dead."
|Oof. It's just unfair. (If you click on this .gif, you will see him smile! Source.)|
Awesome. (Though I did have to walk up the hill to pick up the Thai food, and it was so quiet outside, and my brain was so full of zombies, that I sort of wanted to take a bat or a shovel with me, just in case the "snowpocalypse" was also a zombie apocalypse.)
|Zombies love bowling.|
This afternoon I decided to make my way home, and although the buses were running more regularly, it still took me just as long to get back.
|The (defunct) Chapel Bar; icicles on a railing; the patio outside Piecora (yummy pizza).|
I couldn't stop taking pictures!
Two snowpeople, getting it on (those are boobs, right?).
|I love the look of smug satisfaction on the top snowperson's face. (What, you don't see it?)|
Freezing rain has a purpose, and that purpose is to intensify the inherent beauty in a branch or a blossom.
I love you, Snowpocalypse! So long as the power stays on and I don't run out of food. I don't want to have to eat my roommate. She's such a nice person.