Snowicane 2013

As the entire world prepares for Snowicane 2013 ("GET IN YOUR PURPLE BENTLEYS AND GO HOME TO YOUR SHARKS!". Oh, 30 Rock. How I miss you already), I am busy trying to wipe the shit-eating grin off my face, because as we all know, I love blizzards. As my coworkers all discussed exit strategies and VPN connections and then left promptly at 5pm to go hoard bread and water, I hightailed it to pick up the one item no "major weather event" is complete without:

Priorities. I got 'em in spades.

Adequate amounts of chardonnay and malbec safely procured, I was free to go about my planned evening of self-indulgence. Andrew had plans with his marginally competitive drinking softball team last night, which meant I had the rare opportunity to do whatever I wanted. While I love that we have been cohabitating for the past two years, those of you who have been there know what I mean. Rare are the times that I get to prowl around my 1- bedroom apartment in a turby-twist and my brother's sweatpants while foraging for snacks, belting Britney at the top of my lungs and getting all teary over "my programs" sans judgment. When the opportunity presents itself, it is my civic duty to seize it with gusto.

Naturally, my evening included a glass of chard in the shower, a plate of cheese and turkey pepperoni for dinner and a television event that I have been dreading for weeks: the series finale of Gossip Girl.

I'm not going to get into my thoughts on the finale today because I need more time to process it. I know I had already shed tears by the 15-minute mark, and that Andrew came home to find me sobbing into my pillow because 1) I accidentally knocked my Nook off my bedside table and now it looks like an Etch-a-Sketch and 2) some things just need to be wailed about ad nauseum ("BUT XYZ IS GOSSIP GIIIRRRLLL!"). Suffice to say I haven't mourned the end of a show that was already off the air so much since Veronica Mars.

This morning, I got up, got dressed and headed to the office, because apparently science is like the US Postal Service of the STEM sector and doesn't believe in inclement weather. Since I walked to work (because cardio, duh!), I made sure to forgo my usual Michelle Obama-worthy peacoat and went with my trusty Columbia -- it might be almost ten years old, but that baby blue beast and I have been through a lot together (see: tubing, accident while) and I have yet to find another article of clothing that can keep me warm in single-digit windchill.

But I digress.

To all of my friends and readers in the Northeast -- may you be blessed with the essentials (warm shelter, electricity, food, water and no significant damage to your property/home) and the comforts (wine, cable, netflix, wine, board games, books, wine) that make for a positive blizzard experience. Batten down those hatches and stay warm!