Stuck With Me

I was working yesterday when it started to snow and, like the kid I can sometimes be, I ran to the front windows to get my first glimpse. It was gorgeous, of course, but I never thought it would stick so when my mom called a few hours later to say she had just called 911 for an accident she saw, I knew that driving home* was either going to take hours or would be an invitation for disaster with my little Elantra.

So with my sister living just a few miles from work, I headed there at 15 mph to spend the night so I could head home in the morning. I hate it when people not from this area say, "Everyone freaks out when it snows around here!" and "NOVAners don't know how to drive in snow." because both statements are ludicrous. I do freak out when it snows, but not because I am scared of it or worried about getting my bread and milk, but because I absolutely love it. We were never the type of family to stand in line at the local grocery store to stock up on things when the weather forecast included snow and ice. We were more the type to head out in a few feet to check out the conditions, hit up whatever store was open and then do doughnuts in the parking lot. But that was in my dad's big work truck and not in an adorable little car like the one I own now**. And I think I need tires because I definitely wouldn't have written home about my amazing traction last night on the extremely covered side roads I was driving slipping on. And the cunts trying to get me to go faster last night? Those are the ones who don't know how to drive in the snow. Leaving roughly five feet between our cars just doesn't seem like a good idea, does it? Decrease speed, increase following distance-it's not too difficult.


Anyway, so I spent the night at Ali's and we had a good time. She made me dinner and homemade cookies while I used her internet to enter the DCist photo competition and talk to stalkers (jk). Then, when we were ready to get into bed/floor, we put on a movie. Ali is crazy and watches stuff like 28 Days Later and Dawn Of The Dead to lull her to sleep so, since I was her guest, I put the latter on. I guess with old age comes wussiness, because even though I have seen the movie (I even own it!), I was so scared by the opening scenes. I was watching it through tiny slits in hands that covered my eyes! What is wrong with me? Haha! So we turned that off after I made her pinky swear to not try to scare me and tried to go to sleep.

*Silence*


Ali: So, what do you think of .....?

Scarlet: Well, .....

Ali: Yeah.


*Silence*


Ali: Did you hear about...?

Scarlet: OMG, yes!

*Silence*


Ali: You asleep?

Scarlet: No. Let's talk about our trip we're taking.

Ali: OK!


I love how that always happens. It never fails that when the lights go off at a sleepover, the talking continues for at least an hour. Ladies, you know what I mean, right?


Thanks for letting me stay over, Ali!


XO,
SVR