DC Blizzard 1 year later....

I'm feeling a bit left out with all this SNOMG hashtagging and obsessing...so I thought I would reflect on how my WORST weather event- the blizzard was really one of the best things that has ever happened to me!

But first... any groundhog worth a darn wouldn't be up looking around for his shadow before o'dark thirty am...There are LOTS of things I don't see before 7:00 am. I wouldn't go around prophesying based on anything that happens before 7:00 am....

That being said, I would have SIGNED UP FOR a mere 6 more weeks of this torturous, 3 layers of clothes, balance beam walking composure, getting out of shower and running over to heater MISERY...but I mean, 6 weeks...that's it...I'll even go easy on the groundhog and say I'll take 6 weeks, but not a second more. Washington has been spared the worst this year, and I don't envy people who live west or north of here at all. I am just a summer person...no muss, no fuss. No angst leaving apartment in the morning...cuter clothes...SUNDRESSES...margaritas....Summer is just my time so I'm ready.

One year...it's been 363 days since the beginning of the Blizzard in DC (2010)...I learned a lot about myself during the blizzard.
1. I can't walk in snow at any level.
2. Someone else can build the snowman....I'm just not that into him...but great photo op!
3. Bulldog should get a tax deduction for not kicking me out of apartment for 8 grand days. Seriously, I am the luckiest girl in the world...he keeps me alive to suffer thru Mets and Jets seasons with him (I cry more than he does)...but I love love love my Bulldog.
4. 2 snow days are really enough for anyone. by day 3, thoughts like "is it ever going to end?" start creeping i
5. The capital of the United States...the most powerful city in the world can not function with an inch, much less 2 feet of snow. If terrorists want to do something in America...do IT during a snow storm. Seriously, terrorists are DUMB.
6. I learned that some people just see adventure....and when he waited for me for an hour and a half while I stood in line at Safeway so I wouldn't have to walk back to apartment by myself...i knew that "the guy always making drinks in Bulldog's kitchen" was actually going to be my new friend Erik/Tater Salad.
7. I really really like "Immortal Beloved"

Most of you know that I remember every detail of the first time I meet someone...I celebrate friend-versaries and for many of you it involves some kind of song on a dance floor somewhere...Yiannis was in a closet, Andy was on a box, Bulldog was at Soho at 3:30 in the morning...Andre was in the bathroom...Jen was struggling to name cities outside the US that start with the letter T...Jaime wouldn't talk to me b/c Mary Katherine told her to be mean to me (1st grade y'all)...Brad C. was in my freshman year experience class and when he said "kingwood, tx.." I melted and started visualizing what I for sure thought was my life as Mrs. Brad Carter....I am so blessed to have a memory that never lets me down....

So one year after the blizzard, I'm especially happy that I don't remember misery or the breakdown I had after learning that Maria Becker had passed away and NO one even told me she was sick...or dealing with an especially horrifying PBS Frontline special about the regional airline industry where my boss, in bad light, looked like he spent a week at the George Hamilton school of tanning....what I really remember is that it's when I spent more than 5 minutes with Erik...and suddenly life was an adventure. One of the first things I remember Erik saying to me when I was grumpy and complaining about something was "don't be like that...it doesn't suit you". WHA????????? well, excuse me for breathing.... Also...name one friend who doesn't check his/her phone or take calls when you're having dinner???? I can't even give him that courtesy...
So, one year later...the blizzard indirectly is responsible for 2 trips to Michigan, 2 trips to West Virginia, a Jimmy Buffet Road trip to Pittsburgh, a weekend at the Waldorf-Astoria, a couple hundred hours of movie watching, another hundred hours of 80s hair band and classic 70s country and western listening, best damn hot chocolate consuming ever, a visit to the green fairy, and a million fantastic one-liners.

My dear friend E...(sure I could post a good picture of us, but this is probably more like how we are when we're being silly)

So the next time I see a forecast for ungodly amounts of snow hitting DC...I'm gonna say "let it snow, let it snow, let it snow"...