snow day

The Blizzard of 2006… call now for the commemorative plates! Next month it’ll be Oh, Um, The Other Blizzard of 2006. And then in April, The Blizzard of This One Really Just Hit Boston Because You Guys Have The Worst Freakin’ Snow Luck on the Planet, But Great Lobster You Guys, Really.

I just don’t feel like it can truly be a blizzard when everything is up and running the very next day. That’s a snowstorm. A blizzard is when cars are stuck on the highway and people can’t leave work and taxi drivers are delivering babies and Bing Crosby is somewhere in the background, providing a soundtrack for it all. Regardless of how much we’re getting, we know the weatherpeople are taking it seriously when they’re all in sweaters. It’s a snow emergency, get me my J. Crew! There’s no time for cuff links, for the love of God, DON’T YOU SEE? THE SNOW IS FALLING!

We used to pull that kind of ridiculousness in college; whenever there was a big storm, we’d all be at the dining hall in our pajamas. Why? Our clothes were indoors, as they were every other day of the year, and whatever kind of weather we were having didn’t really make dressing oneself anymore difficult. And yet there we were, snow day after snow day, filling up mugs with hot chocolate and half-dressed like crazy people. Maybe it’s a regional thing. I don’t imagine that students at UCLA didn’t fully dress themselves during a heavy rainstorm, as a way of somehow paying homage to the rain.

Yeah, New Englanders are a little bit insane. The weather does something to us. But it really makes us appreciate those eleven minutes of spring all the more.

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