NYC Survival Guide: Blizzard Day

It always happens once a year I've come to realize; The Fateful Blizzard Day. We were snowed in. School cancelled. No plans. Heat on high. Spent the day with my feet kicked back, candles lit, green tea refill every hour or so, cuddled up in the sheets in matching pink pajamas and slippers. The street we walk down everyday now covered in white.  We left the windows open to get the icy air to flow through the apartment, and we sit on the ledge to stick our tongues out hoping to catch flakes, and sculpting snowballs to throw at passers by. I remember the last blizzard we could throw as far as the apartment windows across from us, and they would always look in a state of confusion as to where the snowball came from while we hid under the ledge and laughed until they disappeared, only to repeat it all over again. By the end of the day, there were 7 of us snuggled up in the bed with popcorn and sprawled on the floor with pillows watching a movie on the projector. Only when it turned to night did we venture a few steps outside to attempt a snowball fight again in the full moon (no wonder the day's been out of the ordinary). Oh, the wondrous days of accomplishing little. Will see you again next year, major Bliz.

Here's my soundtrack to today...