Let It Snow, Let It Snow, Let It Snow

This weekend we drank in the holidays at some lovely parties, went to Target in a snowstorm, and were delighted (horrified) by an impromptu fake knife attack during brunch. I couldn't make this stuff up if I tried.

Laughing in the face of ominous warnings by the weather reporters that the snow apocalypse was coming, Seth and I made our way to Helen and Sean's annual holiday party with visions of enough food for 200 people dancing in our heads. The snow was not keeping us from Helen's stromboli. When we left our apartment, the snow wasn't really sticking, so naturally we detoured to Target to get our fix. (Don't judge, you don't even know how much you miss Target until you can't go on a regular basis - there is something very comforting about those aisles and endless items you don't really need to buy). You might think that going to Target the Saturday before Christmas is crazy talk. You would be right. The snow scared off most, but the real crazy people didn't seem to be deterred. But I needed hot chocolate and Seth needed, well, nothing as it turns out. The entire Target trip seemed to revolve around my snacks and beauty supplies. It ain't easy looking this pretty.

By the time we left Target, the snow was in full force. We made it to Helen and Sean's in one piece thanks to our trusty Zipcar. Drinking commenced. The snow scared off most guests, but the group that made it out was badass. We saw some old friends and met some very fun new ones (who might just be our doppelgangers). Seth had plenty of bud lights, I had wine and we ate enough food to feed a small army. What else can you ask for?

Always the pinnacles of good judgment, we slept over and found ourselves snowed in this morning. At that point, what else can you do but walk to brunch? Normally, brunch is fairly uneventful (well, the amount Seth can eat is an event but we usually fly under the radar). This morning, the gods had other things in mind for us. The normally quiet town of Montclair saw quite the controversy when a man (and by man I mean a dude easily in his 40s) pretended that his friend sitting next to him stabbed him in the side and he was dying at the table. He stood up, screamed at the top of his lungs, clutched his side and fell to the ground. I thought he was having a heart attack. The entire restaurant came to a screeching halt, while everyone stared horrified at the table. (Of course this fool was sitting right next to us). A woman cried (yes, cried), someone shouted to call 911. And then ... wait for it ... the genius stood up laughing and expecting applause. I don't think I have ever seen more disgusted looks during brunch. All of this on a Sunday in New Jersey. The spectacle made us miss New York, so we bid our farewells and headed back home to see what awaited us.

At last count, eleven inches of snow fell in NYC (eleven inches that are rapidly turning into black sludge wreaking havoc on my shoe collection.) Sadly, we didn't really get to see that beautiful moment when it snows and shuts down the city, making it look peaceful and quiet. Instead, we came back this afternoon to witness some of the worst plowing and enormous piles of snow obstructing sidewalks and crosswalks. Makes me proud to pay all those New York City taxes. To cap off the weekend, we decided to avoid contact with all other people, make chili and watch movies (Jamie) and football (Seth). The chili turned out quite delicious, if I do say so myself. Now if only all of my shopping was done...