I do not like this being-at-work-when-everyone-else-is-home thing at all.
We’d been hearing menacing prophecies about the return of Snowpocalypse 2007 since Tuesday. Personally, I was excited, even though the news was predicting that at least 85% of Minnesotans would either be dead or frozen to the sidewalk by the time it was over. Living in the city, my biggest inconvenience is generally snowmergency, and that’s short-lived. Wednesday evening, it arrived. We watched snow start to accumulate on Lake Street from the comfortable confines of Town Talk, where we were presented with various new and exciting themed concoctions; Matt was doing research for an article, and this makes me love journalism a lot. Apparently, there are perks. By midday yesterday, everybody was being sent home from work. I left at 1pm, and went to Matt’s to hunker down. We knocked over newspaper boxes and siphoned gas from a school bus to get materials to start a fire, then improvised a spears from steak knives and broom handles so that we’d be able to hunt for food in the unlikely chance we’d be able to excavate ourselves from the igloo before we’d starved to death. Actually, we went to the liquor store across the street, and got carry-out from the Italian place down the block. SURVIVORS! This morning, I was extremely disappointed to hear that my boss was in the office, and therefore the rest of us were obligated to make an effort to join her. She assured me that the freeways were clear, but the scene on 35W told me otherwise; it was all ice, and there were more cars and emergency vehicles chillin’ in the ditch than actually driving. After standing knee-deep in snow brushing off Miguel, then clambering over snow mountains at every intersection on the walk to work, I arrived somewhat crabby. And my jeans are still damp. However! Today is Friday, and there will soon be hockey, and I had an excellent snow day with my boy yesterday. Also, I have learned that Minis handle massive amounts of snow surprisingly well. Tomorrow, we are all going to take advantage of this situation, and go snow-tubing and snowshoeing. If I can just get the weather to stop emailing me in giant screaming letters, I’ll be set. Because, dudes: I ALREADY KNOW. Have an awesome weekend, youse.Jenni