The Blizzageddon (that’s what this is called, right?) is driving us crazy, mostly because I don’t have much to show for myself from the past few days. Ever since the snow hit on Friday, Dan and I have been hibernating and it’s not going well. We really haven’t seen each other much – I’m trapped in the North Hills and he’s stranded in Etna. But we are alive, and that’s all that matters, right? Right.
In case you’ve been sitting at home thinking to yourself, “I wonder what the heck Christa and Dan are doing during this Blizzageddon?” I am here to answer your prayers.
1. We went to Eat-n-Park
It was the only place open on Saturday. Dan ordered a grilled cheese with fries, and I had a bagel with coffee. It was the perfect fuel to feed our Blizzageddon appetites.
2. We got my mom drunk
It’s known by most that I make the best White Russians this side of Moscow. Fortunately for everyone in my house, we had a liquor cabinet stocked with vodka, Kaluha, and milk (which was really in the refrigerator). After feeding a few to my mom, Dan and I got her to reveal her deepest and darkest secrets to us, which turned out to be pretty boring, so we just went to bed and left her to fend for herself.
3. We watched the Super Bowl
Our good friend Kevin, who is only a good friend because he is also a chef, invited us to his apartment to watch the Super Bowl. Dan and I made cookies that tasted like bricks and brought a bag of Sun Chips. Kevin took a more creative approach to the night by making fresh bruschetta, hummus, and a bowl of rice that made Dan go insane. No one in attendance knew a thing about football, other than a “flee flicker” is Dan’s favorite play and that I thought everyone who performed poorly should commit suicide.
4. We debated
Dan brought up the excellent question of whether it was easier in this great country to obtain a license to use a snow plow, or to obtain a gun. There was a lot of lively discussion surrounding this interesting topic, but in the end we concluded that a gun was easier to get a hold of because there just weren’t enough snow plows doing their jobs to appease us and we were sure that there was a gun show going on somewhere where people were purchasing ammunition, possibly even to fight the snow. It seemed like good logic at the time. And now that I think about it, it still does.
Needless to say, the Snomablizzageddon has driven us all to insanity. I hope everyone else out there is coping well. My prescription for cabin fever is one part Kaluha, 5 parts vodka, and splash of milk.
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I definitely thought by snow plow you meant snow blower and I almost said, don’t they sell those at Sears? This is my brain on cabin fever. Pass me a White Russian.