I realize I’m going to get beaten for punking out last night - I know I generally find it irritating when someone tells me “Oh, you should come to the bar, I’m definitely going to be there,” and then they don’t show - but. I mean. The weather outside was frightful, and the snow in my socks was really not so delightful. When the friendly weather man told me there would be five to eight inches of snow, I admit I just sort of ignored him, because they always say there’s going to be a lot of snow and there never is. Except for yesterday, which is how I ended up trudging around in a God Damned Blizzard wearing clogs of all things.

But apart from the wet socks part, I loved the snowstorm. Chris and I got an early dinner at this Thai place near NYU, and got a table near the floor-to-ceiling windows. There are worse things than watching it get dark during a snowstorm while you’re warm and stuffing yourself with Black Noodle in an almost entirely empty restaurant.

So when it came time to stagger outside, full of tofu and rice noodles and green tea, and we were faced with the prospect of getting all cold and wet again, a quick stop at Blockbuster and the train home seemed infinitely more appealing. I can’t deny that I probably deserve a sound beating, though. I promise I’ll be there next week!