Snow Day

Woke up to an unexpected snow day today, which is obviously just an early Christmas gift from above. I posted a little diddy on FB, and within thirty minutes, had these two comments.

SnowDay

My friends know me well.

The first comment comes from my former roommate, Alice, and is referring to a certain morning where my office got called for a snow day, but hers didn’t. I was already up, and buzzing off the adrenaline from getting the snow day called, so I grabbed a bottle of beer (it was actually Alice’s beer) and sat on the couch, watching VH1. I kinda tried to hide my beer when she walked out to go to work, but I obviously didn’t do a very good job of it. I’m pretty sure Alice wanted to grab the bottle and smash it over my head, but she showed great restraint. It was the first time I’d heard Leona Lewis’ “Bleeding Love” and to this day (nearly ten years later), whenever I hear that song, I am transported to that couch, drinking that beer at 7 a.m. 

The second is from another friend I used to work with1. And she’s referring to a time when we had a snow day, and I literally drove to the liquor store, got a pony keg of Coors Light, and all my bitches came over and ate eggs and got drunk. I think my friends, Thelma and Mabel may have actually walked the mile to my house in all their snowboarding gear, drinks in hand. Mabel and Thelma- am I dreaming this?

Mabel was also one of the compadres with me on yet another snow day (I get approximately one a year, and they’re all epic in their own way…) when we started out with lunch at a bar around noon, and a select few of us just kinda rode that pony through the night. The night… where I ended up wrestling a ginger in the street. A really short male ginger.

Last year’s snow day was documented here on the blog, but my favorite highlight was actually not included, because I didn’t remember it happening. Apparently, cousin Tin Cup and I were going to share an Uber home, and I was waiting outside while he was still in the bar (I wasn’t feeling much of the cold), and then the Uber got there. And I just left. As Tin Cup was walking out of the bar, I pulled off in the Uber. I’m such an accidental asshole when drunk.

Today’s snow day is starting off pretty slowly (I used most of the morning catching up on sleep), then I schlepped my way to a grocery store a block away for some macaroni and cheese and beer. Catching up on some old school Keeping Up, and may meet up with my girl, Anastasia, for happy hour and burgers. (this is dependent on how many CouchBeers I have. I’ll try not to listen to Leona Lewis, because if I start that up, there’s no way I can operate a motor vehicle after)

-Bev

1I know that should probably say, ‘another friend with whom I used to work’ but Bev ain’t proper enough to use the word ‘whom’ in anyway, shape, or form.

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