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We can get right before the night is up.
Jan. 22nd, 2005 01:44 pmLook, I know CSI is totally the Murder, She Wrote of the 00s, and I know it's even extra lame to get on board with it, oh, several years after the fact, but that's where I am right now. It's partly because I want to have sex with every cast member. Except for maybe the jock frat white guy who I think is really really really gay, so I sort of even like him too.
There's a lot of snow outside. A lot. All my DJ equipment is still in the trunk of the car and I'm a little worried it will freeze and break. I was at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
saltjam's bday party last night and there was a great crowd and I wish I could have stayed longer, but I started to freak out about getting home in the car. I've lived through nine Chicago winters now, I'm used to getting around in blizzards on my own, via bus or train or walking. But the whole driving thing, shoveling out the snow, keeping the ice off the windshield, it's all new to me.
Last night I felt like I was piloting some interplanetary land rover over the ice moon of the planet Neptune. It always astounds me how eerily quiet it gets in a blizzard, not just people staying indoors but all the the thick white blankets of sound insulation that cover everything. Cars, trains, footsteps, all heavily muffled. No music blasting from cars or bars or open windows. People yell at the top of their lungs to be heard across the street through scarves and hats and it still sounds strained and far away.
I stopped at the stores last night to get "supplies" for today (bacon, oj, milk, toilet paper) but didn't realize we were low on coffee. I managed to squeeze out exactly two mugs from the machine and I tried not to panic about the situation, since getting to the store would require numerous layers of clothing and trekking through thigh deep snow banks for four blocks. But I'm less prone to panicking when I'm at home. I'll just sit on the couch and drink lots of tea in the meantime. And will my immune system into warding off the illness that DYA has.
There's a lot of snow outside. A lot. All my DJ equipment is still in the trunk of the car and I'm a little worried it will freeze and break. I was at
saltjam's bday party last night and there was a great crowd and I wish I could have stayed longer, but I started to freak out about getting home in the car. I've lived through nine Chicago winters now, I'm used to getting around in blizzards on my own, via bus or train or walking. But the whole driving thing, shoveling out the snow, keeping the ice off the windshield, it's all new to me. Last night I felt like I was piloting some interplanetary land rover over the ice moon of the planet Neptune. It always astounds me how eerily quiet it gets in a blizzard, not just people staying indoors but all the the thick white blankets of sound insulation that cover everything. Cars, trains, footsteps, all heavily muffled. No music blasting from cars or bars or open windows. People yell at the top of their lungs to be heard across the street through scarves and hats and it still sounds strained and far away.
I stopped at the stores last night to get "supplies" for today (bacon, oj, milk, toilet paper) but didn't realize we were low on coffee. I managed to squeeze out exactly two mugs from the machine and I tried not to panic about the situation, since getting to the store would require numerous layers of clothing and trekking through thigh deep snow banks for four blocks. But I'm less prone to panicking when I'm at home. I'll just sit on the couch and drink lots of tea in the meantime. And will my immune system into warding off the illness that DYA has.
