So dude….the holiday season is over and I really don’t feel like I got to enjoy it.
1. Finals ate up much of the early December time when I should have been sipping warm holiday beverages, trimming trees, and listening to carols in a frenzy of stress and angst.
2. A blizzard delayed my journey home, creating more stress and angst. My car is still in C-ville, hopefully no longer stuck….
3. My family is small and isolated – just me and my parents.
4. I’m older and single – Christmas has kind of lost its magic. At this age I feel like it’s hard to get into the spirit when you’re living your own single life.
5. Streptococci party of several billion in my throat on Christmas morning.
I honestly just feel like I missed out, and that this break wasn’t all I’d hoped it to be. Maybe I’m just too old for it all anyway. I hope not. I’ll just have to try again next year….
On Christmas Eve I tried watching Christmas movies and decorating a gingerbread house to gain some spirit and cheer, but even that fell kind of flat. I think the holidays are really about the people, and at this point of the life it’s not happening for me.
Saturday I experienced a true Christmas miracle at the Subway on ‘the Corner.’ One of my roomies and I were having a severe case of the stomach growlies on Saturday. Whenever there are rumors of a big storm abrewin’, most older people dash to the supermarkets and stock up on bread, milk, and canned goods. Me, not so much. I laughed in the face of this storm. I figured people were just getting their panties in a twist because it was the first snow of the year and that we’d really end up with an inch or two. Yeah, not so much. 2 feet of snow and no ploughs in site made me and roomie’s dreams of meat bliss in our stomach out of reach. But, with some encouragement from him, I snow suited up in my holey purple rain boots and went out in the storm.
We waded through thigh-high snow across the main lawn and deserted unplowed streets in search for an open store. It looked like the end of the world out there: small clumps of people searching for food and shelter littered the streets and abandoned cars covered the sides of the streets. But, bless the stars, nestled in a small side street was an open subway, manned by a single undergraduate student. Tears well in my eyes when I think of what he sacrificed to get me that meal. I hadn’t eaten in so long, and that sandwich with its array of meat and cheeses meant so much. I will be indebted to him for life. That foot long meat missile fueled my body through the snowed in weekend.
My misadventure of Sunday involved my futile efforts trying to unbury my car with a broken broom. My main goal of the day was to make it look like there was a car there.
Exhibit B: See my car burried in the far left?
Exhibit C: You can see how much it snowed!
I learned that shoveling snow is a great way to meet people. I talked to 2 cute guys and ended up spending the day drinking Beck’s, eating juicy steak (fully satiating my meat cravings), with a guy who lives near where I park my car. After a little eyelash batting he even shoveled it mostly out for me. Of course, since the roads are still crappy I couldn’t get it out to drive home yesterday like I wanted, but, it’s better. Even though he’s an undergrad and we don’t have much in common (besides a love of bread and beer and all things yeasty), we both helped cure each other of some cabin fever.
I’m back in Charleston now. My father picked me up and we left my poor little Volkswagon behind. Hopefully there are no more big snows like that this year. Snow trumps us all.
Me on the way to the party, party shoes in hand, only wearing tights...
In less that 24 hours time my little slice of the world has been dumped on by 2 feet of snow. It’s hard to believe these little flakes can really accumulate so much in such a short period of time and lead to disaster on the streets. I was supposed to be headed home to Charleston today, but considering my car is completely covered and the interstates still look like balls, who knows when I’ll make it back. Tomorrow doesn’t look good. But on the plus side, a couple of Asian girls were taking pictures of and with my car. Hopefully this will not be the only 15 minutes of fame I get this lifetime.
Last night I finished all my tests and wanted to savor freedom and drink to my heart’s content. A friend had asked me to an ugly sweater party and I had this long ugly ass green get-up with shoulder pads. I wore it as a dress with tights. I looked pretty frumpy in an adorable sort of way. But my friend and I had a hell of a time getting to the place, and by the time we got there -walking like 40 minutes in the snow – the event had already been canceled. We walk another half an hour back in deep as balls snow and hang out with my roomie for a bit before the awkward levels were at such high levels that everyone wanted to get the hell out of there. I think it was mostly my fault. Oh well right? I don’t handle a lot of situations well. But, more on that another day.
Roomie and I had hunger pangs that only meat could quell, so we trekked down to see if the neighborhood subway was open. It wasn’t. Then I walked home alone and drowned my sorrows and loneliness from a night of misadventures with a bottle of the Chevron’s finest red wine and creepy season 5 episodes of Nip/Tuck where Christian fucks women frozen in ice back to life and Bradley Cooper (swoooon) thrusts his crotch around while clad in very tight briefs.
You win some and you lose some.
Charlottesville looks like a post-apocalyptic world. Clusters of people are walking around on the completely snow covered streets looking for food and shelter. At least it’s been fun to walk around in, even though I don’t have gloves, proper shoes, or a hat (Re: FAIL!). I never realized how the snow glitters. It’s quite pretty! And I would enjoy this more if my car were properly garaged and it wasn’t right before Christmas.
‘Tune’ in tomorrow for a story from today of my first Christmas miracle!