Blizzard of 2009

I spent the blizzard of 2009 stuck in Philly. I say stuck, but I wasn't really - I knew it was coming. Philly got almost two feet of snow. It was gorgeous. We walked to a house party through the blizzard Saturday night, stopping at a bar halfway to stay warm with yes, more beer, watch the end of the Cowboys/New Orleans game (Cowboys, you've redeemed yourself in December for once), and contemplate how crazy we were to walk right past the Eastern State Penitentiary for yes, more beer and a mini IC reunion. I was freezing cold on the way back but really, really happy because how often do you get to wander through two feet of snow with your friends or walk smack in the middle of a normally very busy and very clear city street? And the next morning, four strangers not only helped us clean off two cars and clear a parking space, but it was really nice to see all these people out trying to figure out what the hell to do with all this snow. You don't get that in the 'burbs -- you just get people cursing at their long driveways and sidewalks that they have to shovel off. 

I liked seeing all the people out on a freezing cold Sunday morning, I really did, even when I had free tickets to the Jets game -- which would have been my first live NFL game EVER -- that I couldn't use because I couldn't get back up to Jersey in time. Hell, they lost anyway. But I WILL see an NFL game in the flesh already. Now I'm just determined.