Better late than Never

I had lots of fun little adventures yesterday that i've been meaning to get out into cyberspace. If i was a man who was dilligent in following his to-do list, i would have made this post last night. Lucky me, my friends know better than that.

The Snow Day: a phenomenon that brings tears of joy to the faces of even the most jaded child. It's ability to turn an otherwise routine 24 hours into euphoria borders on the mystical. Though the following story illustrates why its very important to confirm it is indeed a snow day before throwing the clock against something solid and unmoving.

Yesterday morning, about 9am, After being soundly asleep for about 5 hours, i get awoken by Jared. He informs me that the university is closed and classes are canceled. I celebrate in a manner as joyous as it was appropriate; i cancel my alarm and fall back asleep. At the happy hour of 1pm i wake back up. The problem being that i dont quite remember if Jared truly woke me up and told me classes were cancelled, or if i dreamed the whole exchange. Panic sets in. A quick consult with my text messages confirms that Akron was indeed shut down, and that it was safe for my blood pressure to drop.

The thing about snow days is that they usually involve vast quantities of snow. The thing about private snow plows is that they dont care where they push the snow their being paid to clear away. This brings about the very destructive formula:

Lots of snow + dumbass plow drivers + my car = Very unfortunate situation

After being snowed in all day, men have a tendancy to get hungry. They also have a tendancy to want other things, but thats neither here nor there. A trip to the 24hr diner is called for. And in the bitter bitter cold we got yet one more suprise. We no longer had cars. We had snow piles that had been packed in by mentally handicapped plow drivers. This led to an experience that involved a broken scraper, plenty of cussing, a lot of kicking, and pulling snow away with bare hands. Previous investment in a shovel was mentioned in passing several times.

And on a final note: 77 was designed by a demon looking for a promotion to the 7th circle of hell, becasue the pain and frustration it causes when you are trying to get to class is epic