In what can only be described as the biggest letdown in snow history (of my adult life thus far), I would just like to say that I did not want ice. Let me be crystal clear here: Ice Bad. Snow Good. I'm not sure where the confusion was...
Last night Cori and I had dinner with her family up near Zionsville. I kid you not, it took her mom (with us in her Mini Cooper) 40 minutes to drive from 92nd and Michigan Road to the Macaroni Grill at 86th and Zionsville Road. FORTY MINUTES. Not only was it rush hour, but everyone else was trying to beat the ice as well. Creeping along 86th Street really isn't all that fun when you've been staring at the back of the same car for 40 minutes. Yes it was icing, and yes I got excited at the idea of the mall closing the next day... But do you know where the snow we were supposed to get was? Lafayette. And it wasn't coming any farther south than that. I obsessively checked the radar on my spacePhone, and the I'mlaughingatyourdumbluck-Pink color we were in wasn't changing over to the Don'tyouwishyoulivedinAlaskarightnow-Blue. And it began to stress me out...
It stressed me out during dinner, too. And when we arrived back at our ice-glazed cars. And during the slooooooow drive back to my apartment. And then I became really stressed at home. The forecast of 12-16" of snow was going to miss us COMPLETELY.
So here I sit this morning... sipping hot coffee, hoping Cori makes it to work in one piece so that I may have a girlfriend when I get back home tonight, praying for a change in the wind to bring us more snow. I'd be lying if I said I hadn't already surfed the web for snow dances. Desperate times, kids.
As of this morning, we are now looking at 2-4" of the powdered goodness I so dearly love... It's not 12-16", but anything would be better than all of this ice. Beggars can't be choosers, right?
Last night Cori and I had dinner with her family up near Zionsville. I kid you not, it took her mom (with us in her Mini Cooper) 40 minutes to drive from 92nd and Michigan Road to the Macaroni Grill at 86th and Zionsville Road. FORTY MINUTES. Not only was it rush hour, but everyone else was trying to beat the ice as well. Creeping along 86th Street really isn't all that fun when you've been staring at the back of the same car for 40 minutes. Yes it was icing, and yes I got excited at the idea of the mall closing the next day... But do you know where the snow we were supposed to get was? Lafayette. And it wasn't coming any farther south than that. I obsessively checked the radar on my spacePhone, and the I'mlaughingatyourdumbluck-Pink color we were in wasn't changing over to the Don'tyouwishyoulivedinAlaskarightnow-Blue. And it began to stress me out...
It stressed me out during dinner, too. And when we arrived back at our ice-glazed cars. And during the slooooooow drive back to my apartment. And then I became really stressed at home. The forecast of 12-16" of snow was going to miss us COMPLETELY.
So here I sit this morning... sipping hot coffee, hoping Cori makes it to work in one piece so that I may have a girlfriend when I get back home tonight, praying for a change in the wind to bring us more snow. I'd be lying if I said I hadn't already surfed the web for snow dances. Desperate times, kids.
As of this morning, we are now looking at 2-4" of the powdered goodness I so dearly love... It's not 12-16", but anything would be better than all of this ice. Beggars can't be choosers, right?