wow

You know what doesn't fuck around? N'oreasters. We got into New York late afternoon yesterday and met our friend Rob for a yummy Indian dinner then went to his place in Flatiron. It was slushy and not fun, but not, like, snowpocalypse now. When we left Rob's at 11, it was the absolute most horrible snowstorm I've ever witnessed. I live in Chicago and I grew up in northern Wisconsin, near Minnesota, so I know my snowstorms. This was an entirely different category. I've never seen so few people outside in Manhattan in all the times I've visited.

The city is fairly closed today, but we are venturing out anyway. We've gotta find some breakfast and if all else fails, we're not that far from the Angelika. I might also buy some snow-appropriate boots.

It is weird to be on vacation amongst 19 inches of snow!