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Snow Misadventures Part 1

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're welcome.

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!


Friday Night at White Dog

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You know how I joked about going to bars in a sweater in my last post? Well, that's exactly what I did last night. I was in total hibernation mode: PJ pants, Penn hoodie, no bra, What Not to Wear illuminating my TV. I was fully reclined, ready for a night of relaxation when I got a text summoning me to White Dog for drinks. In almost all cases, I would have ignored this siren call, but it was a friend I haven't seen since winter break. We've had so many missed connections this month that I was afraid that pretty soon I would be off the invite list all together. So I sucked it up, put on my sweater and khakis, and walked the 8 or so blocks to White Dog. 

Something great about that place is that it feels so homey. I could imagining this bar being in some weird kind of alcoholic grandma's living room if such a thing existed. Moreover, they had a whole collection of hot apple cider drinks served in a fancy glass with a cinnamon rim. It was a very soothing drink compared to the night before. It was also the type of place you could actually have a conversation at. Unfortunately, I was too tired to actively participate in said conversation but I appreciated the opportunity. The bar tenders were older men, which I actually liked. I felt like they really took care of me. 

As for my personal challenge, I'm doing ok, but really starting to crave fast food. I feel like everything I've made myself tastes so bland. Either home made food is always bland or I suck at cooking. I'm pretty sure it's the latter. I need to get some better stuff. I had pasta last night which was satisfying, by my chicken today was blah. Help?!