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so for a while i’ve been tooling on the local inhabitants for getting so worked up over impending snow storms. the mad rushes to the grocery store etc. well i’m retracting all that. not that people aren’t, in general big stupid heads, but more that, after having lived in a non snowy area for a few years now, i’m realizing that to a large extent, snowstorms are a big deal around here, and one really does need to rush to the store for crap, not b/c there’s all that much snow–not that at all, a place that knows how to deal with snow wouldn’t miss a beat. but ’round here, they just either don’t have the equipment, or the knowhow or they don’t care enough, to clear snow away effectively. so in essence, while the world doesn’t end b/c of the snow–it might well as have had, err, haves had, um had have–uh ended.

so while i was equating the amount of snow with the panic shopping/spazzing out–it’s really that the city won’t be by for 2 days to plow the road–and if you do go out, you’ll be dealing wiht people that have driven on snowy roads 7 or 8 times in their life (and trust me, they’re not starting out as good drivers).

so that said, next time the predict snow–i’ll be first in line at the superfresh with 10 loaves of bread, 100 rolls of TP and lots and lots of milk b/c you know, you really need milk in a snow storm. i give in, i admit the error of my ways.

so yeah there was a snow storm. we got about 16 inches–that’s right baby 16, how deep is your snow?

friday/saturday was our 12 dating (fake) anniversary, 12 years, yup,
that’s right, tweeeelve years. if we had had an oops, we’d have a 6th
grader (well he’d prolly be in 4th grade, having been held back b/c of
the trauma of having parent’s like us). wow, that’s gross, i never
should have thought of that.

so we decided to keep it low key this year, and went out to dinner at
the little bistro we tend to always go to for such events. b/c of the
captain factor, we made a reservation for 5:30–thinking it’d be empty
and we’d be able to eat and get out of there b/f bath time (mine not
the captains–just kidding) and he’d be in good spirits. as we left it
was just starting to snow.

turns out the place was pretty packed–and a great example fo the cycle of life. there were families with young kids and super super old early bird special (not that they have one there, dammit) people there. nevertheless they set up up wiht a corner table/booth with tons of space. our server, Marco seemed like a college student, who given his lovely mediterrainan looks, invented an unplacable italian/spanish accent, in my mind to increase his tips. natty fell for it, and said i was crazy. but really it was exactly the accent one might here on a soap opera. very antonio bandherez.

The capt was no happy with our table, as he was only happy when one of was carrying him around the resturant or standing in the bar with him (non smoking people don’t get all worked up). maybe it was b/c we were by the bathrooms–i’m not sure. nevertheless we ate in shifts. which is terrible for conversation, but excellent for avoiding any conflicts or anything and much more relaxed than eating in silence, like a couple that’s been together for 12 years (just a joke, really).

at one point i was shoveling in my steak frites, and a new group of blue hairs showed up. i watched an 80+ year old man drink 2 or 3 chivas regals in about 8 minutes. only thing that slowed him down was leaning across the table to to try and listen ot the other people he was with. then he moved to wine for his salad course–i had the pleasant image of him backing his lincoln towncar out of a parking spot in the snow, tanked an on 18 different medicines, and taking out some SUV driving rich family. ok well i didn’t think of that till now, but i was impressed by his boozing.

by the time we left there was about 2 inches on the ground.

we got home, watched some olympics and went to bed.

around 2 am henry came upstairs, b/c there was a pretty violent… (staytuned for part 2 (cliffhanger *thanks jimmy*))