let it.... %$&*#!!!

I was going to write a very, very angry post. But I'm not going to. I will let the fact that I read a book that made me very, very angry be enough. My roommate is glad that I am done with it because there was a danger of actual steam coming out of my ears.

Enough of that.

It snowed here. Really fucking snowed. My 45 minute commute turned into 2 hours. There was bout 2' of snow in 8 hours. Busses stopped. Cars got stuck. It was utter chaos. Montreal is usually pretty good about dealing with snow-oriented chaos, but this was a whole new level. Friday morning, I woke up, showered, dressed. The usual. I walked outside to catch the bus. That's where things went crazy. There was a foot of snow on the stairs. I trekked through it. Thre was snow midway up my shins on the sidewalk. Whatever. There was at least 6" of snow on the street. I watched cars spin their wheels, slowly crawl down the MAIN STREET that I live on. It was still dark at 7am, because the whiteout had allowed this kind of creepy ambient light, but nothing really legitimate. After standing at the bus stop for 20 minutes, I knew the bus wasn't coming (it comes every five). So, I grappled back up to my apartment, changed into boots, and fleece-lined workpants, and hiked the 20 minutes through snow up to my knees to the metro. The metro, as it is underground, was running just fine, until I had to exit and catch another bus. Half an hour late. I got to work two whole hours late. And, compared to some people, I was early.
We spent the day watching the snow pile up against the windows, blocking out the light. We watched the traffic grind to a total halt on the road outside, and at around 1:30, I did what I do best. I fucked off home, and took a nap.

Friday night, our planning was immaculate. Through the piles and mounds of snow, came trudging our friends, to our first annual Warm Winter Drinks party. We mulled wine, we drank Bailey's and Jameson. Holiday cheer was had by all. I highly reccomend to you all mulled wine. It is quite the thing. I had the pleasure of seeing a very, very quiet, yet surprisingly not shy, man put a very, very obnoxious girl in her place for a very, very obnoxious comment. I think of myself as being fairly (read, very) immature. But she, wow. She has me by a furlong. I'm not entirely sure what a furlong is, but it's a bit.
I finally got my act together and saw March of the Penguins. Of course, watching the poor things freeze and die, or watch their young freeze and die... well, it made me cold. So I drank some wine to warm up. Then some Bailey's. *sigh* Mom would be proud.

I'm pretty excited to fly home on Friday. I'm going to be at home, away from my pager, for a week. A week! It's going to be an old-fashioned Ohio Christmas. If anyone is passing through Cleveland this year, stop in for some cookies. I'm excited about gifting this year... I have officially broken the bank, but for once, I have money to spend. Granted, I've blasted through my savings, but as my savings have only been around since mid-October, I'm not overly worried. My new spendthrift plan shall begin in January. Really.

Anyway, I best be trapsing off to bed.

Ho ho ho!