A month later...

Well, I took a month off from basically the computer in general. Since I haven't been in college, I haven't had as many things to be procrastinating while sitting in front of my computer. Katie and I are now all completely moved in and enjoying the new place. The landlord is absolutely wonderful. Whenever he and his wife cook treats, they always bring us things. It's great to be part of a nice Greek family, complete with the mini orange tree in the lobby of the building.

So... everyone has been talking about this "blizzard" going on here. time for my take on it.

I had to go out Saturday night and I was really scared about it. All day I had been hearing about the blizzard. The person who writes the weather warnings for New York on weather.com is really overdramatic, which doesn't help. I believe it said that with the "swath of snow" that "anyone who leaves the comfort of their own home is risking their life." Sounds serious, I thought. I began to bundle up.

First thing, thermals that I wear to ski. Over those went the looser pajama pants, followed by sweat pants. Should do the trick. Then a t-shirt, a hooded sweatshirt, and my ski coat. Definetly warm. For my head, I chose the lined, knitted hat with teh full ear flaps. The snow boots went on next. Last, for my hands, a pair of gloves followed by a pair of mittens.

But still... What if I got stuck in the snow somewhere? Better pack food. So I packed my nalgene bottle full of water, an apple and a Luna bar. Of course, I felt the cell phone was a necessity, but apparently not enough to stop myself from forgetting it on my bed.

So, I say farewell to the roommie, struggle with the keys (gloves and mittens, remember) and step outside. I stand there for a moment, then turn to my friend and say "This isnt a blizzard! This is called 'snowing.'" Totally not that bad. I took off the mittens because it wasn't even that cold or windy. I had one of the best nights I've ever had in New York. Once in the city (manhattan), I had to walk from 5th Ave to 1st Ave, about a mile I think. It was SOOO nice!!! The city was so quiet, even though it was only about 10 pm. Since it was a "blizzard" hardly any cars were on the street, so we walked in the street in the tire tracks. Plus, everything was white and clean. It was absolutely beautiful. Of course, a day later, all the snow mixes with the street grime and its disgusting, but for that night, the city was perfect.

The moral of the story... as my parents later informed me, when New York gets more than 3 inches of snow at one time, it's a blizzard.

(No snow day, though. After school meetings were cancelled, at least.)