Chicago likes to think it is tough. (And, don't get me wrong, Chicago weather is tough. The snow and the cold are like Chicago voting: they come early and often. Winter is a long-lasting season. No one moves here for the weather. People just are a little hardened to winter. It takes a lot for us to freak out.) So far this winter, the East Coast has been battered by snow storms. I think Chicago has some snobbery when reading about those storms -- as in, it's just snow, people. We'll show you how it is done.
Until we got the third largest storm in Chicago history. The official tally was 20.2 inches of snow at O'Hare. M and I left work early on Tuesday. In the 15 minutes it took to get home, the roads went from "not bad" to "blizzard." They shut down Lakeshore Drive. Some poor people were stuck on it for nearly 15 hours. They say that the cost for storm cleanup is going to be $100 million.
While it was only 3:30 in the afternoon, we decided that there was no time to waste in watching movies and having some blizzard cocktails. Around 7, we considered moseying about four blocks to get some dinner. Then, we decided that we had nothing to prove and that the mature and smart decision was to stay in.
Good thing we did. About the time we would be returning home, this happened:
About 9:00 pm, we got the official word that the office would be closed on Wednesday. A perfect snowday ensued. I slept in. Cleaned my place and did laundry. Once the snow was mostly stopped around noon, M and I took a walk in the neighborhood. The drifts were high and the streets mostly unplowed and undriven. There were the occasional magical heated sidewalks that looked like nothing happened but generally, it was quite a scene.
Thankfully, our local bar was open and serving food. We stopped at CVS on our way home to get some snacks in preparation for a planned afternoon on the couch. We also stopped to visit our friends, and neighbors, L and A. By the time we actually headed home, there was already significant improvement in the streets.
While we had a brief hope for Snow Day, the Sequel, when Chicago Public Schools closed for the second straight day (virtually unheard of -- the last time there was a snow day before this was 1999), the improvement in the roads indicated there was a slim-to-no potential. So, we made the most of the remainder of our snow day: did some pro bono work (reading some extremely graphic love letters written to our client), watched A LOT of television, ate some sugary treats, and made dinner and dessert (who knew that a "just add water" brownie that only needs 45 seconds in the microwave could be good? Not me. Of course, the copious amount of ice cream we covered it in might have had something to do with that).
The only real negative to our 1.5 days off due to snow is that it felt like Sunday night again last night.
The people of the Keys hate Cantore--in fact we got smashed one night listening to some local act who had made up a song making fun of Cantore. :) Can't here his name without thinking of that night.
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