Minivans, Skatin the storm, being buried

Yesterday I was fairly convinced that I had the world's greatest luck.
We were able to pack my entire life into HALF of a minivan, hit no traffic, and where back in NY before the snow storm hit NJ.
I woke up this morning, full of ambition, and then looked out the window.
BLIZZARD.
Like real deal blizzard.
Like you can only see 2 feet in front of you snowfall.
Blinding white.

Naturally, that slowed the process of living down quite a bit.
We "fannied about" for a bit before leaving for Big Apple for a classic Brooklyn diner breakfast.
The food was amazing and as greasy as always but the sight out of the windows, onto Broadway was quite grim.
We walked out dreading the walk back to my apartment only to see Brit sitting in traffic in his car right outside the diner.
We piled in like a clown car and make it back dry but cramped.

Then the night officially began. (that was around 1pm)
A 30 pack, a Snot Rope Hope reunion jam, an impromptu Taxidermists rehearsal, and loads of hilarity followed.
To ensure our status of social butterflies, we had to brave the conditions again and head to the Dirtbombs show.

We killed 6 beers while waiting for the car to come. Eventually, we had to just say "fuck em" and walk to Broadway and hail a cab instead. In no time, we were there (at the exact time as Manuel).
Turns out the "Facebook Fans" guest list was too big and us "common, non-internet social networkers" arent as worthy as those on Facebook.
Never thought the day would come that not being on Facebook was like wearing a Scarlet Letter.
So we weren't allowed in to watch Davila666.
Instead, we watched through soundproof glass as they played and we listening to random early 90's punk records.
It was quite bizarre but ok.
My favorite NY'er, Mallory showed up and brought the crazy thespian party spirit along with her. (She even took a massive fall in the snow in front of everyone at the bar when we were leaving hahaha)
The Dirtbombs went on as we moderately killed 3 dollar beers.
Lots of bullshitting and 25 cent peanut machines and then we were on our way back to 331.

There are times that New York really shows its true face and being severely blistered by falling ice, isn't so bad.
Tonight.... I love New York.
As for you, Slushy, icy snow..... well, you can go to hell.