So, we're having a major snow event. Like, not only "major-for-DC" (which is anything more than 6 inches....or 4 inches), but major, like major outside of ski resorts. 16-24+ inches expected.
I couldn't be happier if I tried. I freaking love snow, I love snowstorms, I love being snowed in, I love it all. It's the best thing ever. I seriously can't think of any better way to spend a day than watching the snow outside, while staying all warm and cozy (preferably with a fire in the fireplace) eating grilled cheese and tomato soup, watching old movies with whatever company happens to be snowbound with you (at the moment it's my kitties and my cousin Rebecca).
We knew this was coming--all but the most skeptical of us knew that we could get up to a foot of snow, maybe more (the totals, you see, have been seriously upped), starting about Wednesday. I mean, we knew about it starting Wednesday, the snow was meant to start last night, get serious at 2am-ish and continue all Saturday into Sunday.
I was out at Bistrot Lafayette last night for dinner and showtunes/ Christmas carol singalong at the piano bar upstairs. This time, I went with a group of librarian friends (all of us with quite impressive credentials, as we realized last night--me in the Senate, one at the Supreme Court, one at the US Institute for Peace and two at the Securities and Exchange Commission). We were also joined by my friend Erin and her friend Allison. It was like a scene from a movie--upstairs in this old building, a cozy bar, piano, elderly and spunky pianist, several "confirmed old bachelors" and us, singing away while snow gently fell past fairy-lit trees onto the brick streets outside. Lest you think it was all "O Holy Night", I must say that these guys can make anything raucous. I would pay good money to see our "12 Days of Christmas", each person getting their own "day" to sing, with instructions to act it out. I (of course, just my luck) got #6--geese a laying. #2 declined to sing, but rather flapped his wings and made some bizarre dove-like sound with increasing desperation each round, so much so that #1 was usually unable to chime in because he was laughing so hard. #10 (lords a' leaping) was also particularly hysterical and very nearly resulted in injury. It was as grand a time as was ever had there.
By the time we had to leave (early, at midnight due to snow), there was already a good 2 or 3 inches of snow on the ground. I attempted to ride a bit on the sidewalks but the Uneven Bricks of Death are even worse when obscured by snow---and we get heavy, wet snow that is super slippery. The bike made a fishtail, and I jumped off. Wasn't going to risk it for just a 5 block trip. I did get some good pictures along the way, though.
Poor choice in footwear for the evening.
The Amsterdam, the Old Town Theater, Snow, Fairy-lit trees on King Street. What's better?
Me and the Amsterdam, home from our journey. It was brought indoors for the evening due to the snowstorm. Check out my wreathes! (And, random fashion insert--I love how that dress is about the same length as the coat--must remember that combo in future!)
I have (what I think is) a funny little video from later in the evening, when I went out to get some video of the cat in the window. Will work on it and post later!