Blizzard! At The Apartment
Listening: Grissom's Overture - CSI Soundtrack
Please excuse the horrible pun in the title but I quite simply could not resist. Don't kill me.
So it's been more than a week since my last blog post. What have I been doing? Interesting question! The answer is 'enjoying midterm break'. That's right, MUN's midterm break just ended yesterday and I had a grand ol' time hangin' out with Cole, Matt and the gang over the course of the break.
Friday night there was a party at Matty P's house, where Cole did a lot of cooking and I did a lot of... talking I think. I don't seem to recall doing much else useful. I think the most humorous thing that happened that night was coming to the back door in time to see Stefan slam it open and scream, "Julia! Have a pizza pop!" and then flail at me with a plate full of pizza pops. The other thing that was mildly entertaining was Jimmy driving everyone home in Matty P's car, even though Jimmy doesn't really have his license. Haha. Gold.
Saturday I worked, and I think I went home right after because I was totally destroyed from exhaustion. Sunday night I went out with Matt, Cole, Matty P, Ben, and Kelilah; we went to Matt's to watch The Protector, which proved to be vastly entertaining. That movie does not farking slow down. At all! Also, it's about elephants. No, I'm not kidding. "Where are my elephants!?" Oh Lord. Plus some guy in it threw a baby elephant. Like, picked it up and threw it. I don't know.
After the movie, Benji was all, "Okay dudes, food," so we all went out to hunt down somewhere that was still open at 10:30 at night. It was terribly entertaining, especially when I made the comparison of us being a family (complete with Matty P as the family dog, which was especially hilarious, since he was in the trunk of the car). We all stumbled into Jungle Jim's laughing, and I just looked at them and went, "Guys we are the most disfunctional family ever."
Late-night restaurant food and goodtimes with hilarious friends make for much enjoyment. Anyhow, for although it was a great deal of fun, Sunday night was not the entertaining night. The entertaining night was Monday. For those of you unaware, we had a ridiculously bad storm. I believe the snowfall was somewhere between 30 and 40 centimeters or something, with 100 kph winds. Insane! So this is what happened to me on Monday night.
Matt calls me, and says, "Okay jerks, let's do stuff." I am totally down with this, so Matt plans to pick me and Cole up when he gets off work. By the time he does so, the snowfall outside is becoming blustery. I have packed up a ton of stuff and frolic outside, oblivious to the storm, when Matt pulls up. We go to his parents' house for a visit or something, and they tell us, "You know, be careful, because there's an insane storm coming." We laugh them off, make jokes about how we are tougher than weather, and then scamper back to the car to avoid becoming popsicles. In a moment of brilliant clarity, I tell Matt to stop for food "in the event that we get stuck". Cole waves me off, then decides she wants noodles. Fortunately.
We go back to Matt's, make the noodles, and settle in to watch Unleashed, which was infinitely more enjoyable to watch than The Protector. Over the course of the film, I continue to get phone calls from my parents, who keep telling me that the weather is bad and encouraging me to get home out of it. Unwilling to leave my friends behind, I prevaricate by saying "I'll go home when Cole goes home", knowing full well she won't be departing for another several hours.
So 10:30 rolls around, and eventually I'm like, "Shit, maybe I should be getting home." So I look at Matt and ask him if he can drop me off. "No problem," he says. Until we open the door to his basement apartment. The snow is up to my waist. Before you ask how we got the door open, it opens inward. Moving on.
Matt takes it like the lumberjack he is. "Get out of the cold," he tells me and Colette, and we back off and he starts shoveling us out--from inside the apartment. Once he could get outside into the stairwell, he shut the door behind him and continued shoveling. Cole and I stayed inside and waited until he reappeared, eyebrows and beard frosted with snow, and told us, "Okay, we can go now." So we do, making a beeline for the car because the wind threatens to take us right off our feet.
We get to the car, Matt hops into the driver's seat, warms up for a few seconds, then throws the car into reverse and begins backing out of the driveway. We hit a pile of snow, but this does not deter Matt the Lumberjack. He continues to try to plow over--or through--the snow. "Matt," I say, somewhat nervously. "I don't think we can make this."
"Nah, we're cool," he says with that self-assured male-ness. He gives the SUV another push. We feel the vehicle shudder, then sink--and suddenly, Matt can't go forward anymore. He tries to put the car into drive, but we aren't moving forward, either. We are stuck.
"Oh man," says Colette from the backseat.
Matt reacts with all due lumberjackness. He leaps out of the car in his t-shirt and begins trying to shovel us out like mad. By the time he has to return to borrow Cole's kitty hat (which made her melt a bit at the cuteness) and my gloves, Cole and I had realized the truth, even if Matt hadn't. Cole made the call first, informing her parents that we were stuck at Matt's and didn't look like we were getting out before morning. I made the same call as soon as she'd finished, and my mom was understandably pissed, since she'd been calling me for hours telling me to get home out of it. Whatever. There wasn't much I could do at that point, and eventually she stopped reading me the Riot Act and warned me to be safe.
Matt charges back into the car as I hang up the phone, white all over and shivering. "We're not getting out in this," he says, and Cole and I nod like we only just figured that out too. A few minutes later, Matt leaps back out of the car to continue shoveling, not to dig us out, but to free his car, which is halfway out of the driveway. This goes on for more than half an hour, but no dice--we are stuck fast, and clearly not moving anywhere til morning. Matt grudgingly turns off the SUV, and we all charge for his apartment door.
Unfortunately, Matt locked the door behind us, and in the interim, the lock froze. Both Cole's and my fingers went numb as we struggled in vain to unlock it. I briefly consider the possibility that we might die out here in the stairwell to Matt's basement apartment. Then Matt makes his grizzy-wrestling growl and bumps me out of the way, proceeding to unlock the door and practically break it down in his haste. We charge inside and can only stand there staring at each other, soaking wet and freezing.
I take charge for a few minutes, ordering Matt out of his wet clothes and into a shower. Cole, fortunately, comes to her senses and tells me that hot water after such severe cold would send his body into shock. Thankfully she is smarter than me. Matt strips down to his boxers and a wifebeater and Cole and I wrap him in blankets. Then we mutually decide our jeans are too soaked through to continue to wear, so we shed them and wrap blankets and comforters around our hips sarong-style. We all proceed to play a few wicked rounds of Smash, then Matt pops up and makes us spring rolls and chicken wings. The thing with Matt's kitchen is that the slightest rise in heat sets off his smoke alarm, so he had one of us wave a pillow at it while he opened the oven and fetched our food. Picture, if you will, two teenaged girls dressed in blankets, one (me) waving a pillow at a smoke alarm while the other (Cole) holds the blanket up around the other's hips, while a lumberjack in his underwear fetches snacks. Yeah, we laughed too.
Finally Cole is like, "I'm tired," and Matt graciously gives us the use of his bed. We fight him for a while on the subject, but halfheartedly, because neither of us were too keen on taking the couches. Our pants are still not dry, so Cole and I share a toothbrush (squick, but better than waking up having not brushed our teeth) and crawl into Matt's bed in our panties and shirts. (Just as a side-note, Cole's underwear were bright blue and had a dragonfly on them. They were adorable.) I'm fully prepared to listen to my iPod--I have trouble sleeping otherwise--but then Cole yammers something about Christian rock and I realize that I'll be in trouble if I attempt it.
I didn't sleep very well, partially because of being in an unfamiliar bed, partially because I didn't have my iPod to listen to, partially because the wind was howling outside the bedroom window like a monster scratching to get in. Cole is asleep in seconds; I fade in and out of consciousness all night. The first few times I wake up, it's because of the wind--once or twice after that, it's because Cole is attached to me like an octopus and sapping my body heat. At around 7:30 a.m., I woke to a sound that made me think that the roof was caving in. In actuality, it was the rhinocerous children of the people who live in the house above Matt's apartment, thundering up and down the hallway directly above the bedroom. I briefly contemplated finding a broom and slamming on the ceiling with a handle, screaming "Keep it down up there!" like a disgruntled old lady, then I decided against it and just went back to sleep. At 10:30, Cole and I wake up, and I go hunting for my pants. Unfortunately, I step right over them and wake Matt in the process of the search, only to discover that oh! Both Cole's and my jeans are in front of the door, wrapped in a heating pad so they will stay warm. Cole and I are charmed by this. We get up and play some more Smash; Matt makes a kick-ass breakfast for us. The masses cheer.
Around 12, Matt starts digging us out of the apartment. By like 3:00, we are free (through some very nifty physics maneuvers with a rug in order to get the SUV un-stuck). I get home, get a shower, get un-grunged, and then... I call Cole and ask what we're doing that night. Clearly I cannot get enough of these people.
So that was Monday's adventure. Life has seemed exceptionally boring since then. Probably because few things can measure up to Monday night. Bwahaha.
Icarus wishes mad adventures would happen every day.
Please excuse the horrible pun in the title but I quite simply could not resist. Don't kill me.
So it's been more than a week since my last blog post. What have I been doing? Interesting question! The answer is 'enjoying midterm break'. That's right, MUN's midterm break just ended yesterday and I had a grand ol' time hangin' out with Cole, Matt and the gang over the course of the break.
Friday night there was a party at Matty P's house, where Cole did a lot of cooking and I did a lot of... talking I think. I don't seem to recall doing much else useful. I think the most humorous thing that happened that night was coming to the back door in time to see Stefan slam it open and scream, "Julia! Have a pizza pop!" and then flail at me with a plate full of pizza pops. The other thing that was mildly entertaining was Jimmy driving everyone home in Matty P's car, even though Jimmy doesn't really have his license. Haha. Gold.
Saturday I worked, and I think I went home right after because I was totally destroyed from exhaustion. Sunday night I went out with Matt, Cole, Matty P, Ben, and Kelilah; we went to Matt's to watch The Protector, which proved to be vastly entertaining. That movie does not farking slow down. At all! Also, it's about elephants. No, I'm not kidding. "Where are my elephants!?" Oh Lord. Plus some guy in it threw a baby elephant. Like, picked it up and threw it. I don't know.
After the movie, Benji was all, "Okay dudes, food," so we all went out to hunt down somewhere that was still open at 10:30 at night. It was terribly entertaining, especially when I made the comparison of us being a family (complete with Matty P as the family dog, which was especially hilarious, since he was in the trunk of the car). We all stumbled into Jungle Jim's laughing, and I just looked at them and went, "Guys we are the most disfunctional family ever."
Late-night restaurant food and goodtimes with hilarious friends make for much enjoyment. Anyhow, for although it was a great deal of fun, Sunday night was not the entertaining night. The entertaining night was Monday. For those of you unaware, we had a ridiculously bad storm. I believe the snowfall was somewhere between 30 and 40 centimeters or something, with 100 kph winds. Insane! So this is what happened to me on Monday night.
Matt calls me, and says, "Okay jerks, let's do stuff." I am totally down with this, so Matt plans to pick me and Cole up when he gets off work. By the time he does so, the snowfall outside is becoming blustery. I have packed up a ton of stuff and frolic outside, oblivious to the storm, when Matt pulls up. We go to his parents' house for a visit or something, and they tell us, "You know, be careful, because there's an insane storm coming." We laugh them off, make jokes about how we are tougher than weather, and then scamper back to the car to avoid becoming popsicles. In a moment of brilliant clarity, I tell Matt to stop for food "in the event that we get stuck". Cole waves me off, then decides she wants noodles. Fortunately.
We go back to Matt's, make the noodles, and settle in to watch Unleashed, which was infinitely more enjoyable to watch than The Protector. Over the course of the film, I continue to get phone calls from my parents, who keep telling me that the weather is bad and encouraging me to get home out of it. Unwilling to leave my friends behind, I prevaricate by saying "I'll go home when Cole goes home", knowing full well she won't be departing for another several hours.
So 10:30 rolls around, and eventually I'm like, "Shit, maybe I should be getting home." So I look at Matt and ask him if he can drop me off. "No problem," he says. Until we open the door to his basement apartment. The snow is up to my waist. Before you ask how we got the door open, it opens inward. Moving on.
Matt takes it like the lumberjack he is. "Get out of the cold," he tells me and Colette, and we back off and he starts shoveling us out--from inside the apartment. Once he could get outside into the stairwell, he shut the door behind him and continued shoveling. Cole and I stayed inside and waited until he reappeared, eyebrows and beard frosted with snow, and told us, "Okay, we can go now." So we do, making a beeline for the car because the wind threatens to take us right off our feet.
We get to the car, Matt hops into the driver's seat, warms up for a few seconds, then throws the car into reverse and begins backing out of the driveway. We hit a pile of snow, but this does not deter Matt the Lumberjack. He continues to try to plow over--or through--the snow. "Matt," I say, somewhat nervously. "I don't think we can make this."
"Nah, we're cool," he says with that self-assured male-ness. He gives the SUV another push. We feel the vehicle shudder, then sink--and suddenly, Matt can't go forward anymore. He tries to put the car into drive, but we aren't moving forward, either. We are stuck.
"Oh man," says Colette from the backseat.
Matt reacts with all due lumberjackness. He leaps out of the car in his t-shirt and begins trying to shovel us out like mad. By the time he has to return to borrow Cole's kitty hat (which made her melt a bit at the cuteness) and my gloves, Cole and I had realized the truth, even if Matt hadn't. Cole made the call first, informing her parents that we were stuck at Matt's and didn't look like we were getting out before morning. I made the same call as soon as she'd finished, and my mom was understandably pissed, since she'd been calling me for hours telling me to get home out of it. Whatever. There wasn't much I could do at that point, and eventually she stopped reading me the Riot Act and warned me to be safe.
Matt charges back into the car as I hang up the phone, white all over and shivering. "We're not getting out in this," he says, and Cole and I nod like we only just figured that out too. A few minutes later, Matt leaps back out of the car to continue shoveling, not to dig us out, but to free his car, which is halfway out of the driveway. This goes on for more than half an hour, but no dice--we are stuck fast, and clearly not moving anywhere til morning. Matt grudgingly turns off the SUV, and we all charge for his apartment door.
Unfortunately, Matt locked the door behind us, and in the interim, the lock froze. Both Cole's and my fingers went numb as we struggled in vain to unlock it. I briefly consider the possibility that we might die out here in the stairwell to Matt's basement apartment. Then Matt makes his grizzy-wrestling growl and bumps me out of the way, proceeding to unlock the door and practically break it down in his haste. We charge inside and can only stand there staring at each other, soaking wet and freezing.
I take charge for a few minutes, ordering Matt out of his wet clothes and into a shower. Cole, fortunately, comes to her senses and tells me that hot water after such severe cold would send his body into shock. Thankfully she is smarter than me. Matt strips down to his boxers and a wifebeater and Cole and I wrap him in blankets. Then we mutually decide our jeans are too soaked through to continue to wear, so we shed them and wrap blankets and comforters around our hips sarong-style. We all proceed to play a few wicked rounds of Smash, then Matt pops up and makes us spring rolls and chicken wings. The thing with Matt's kitchen is that the slightest rise in heat sets off his smoke alarm, so he had one of us wave a pillow at it while he opened the oven and fetched our food. Picture, if you will, two teenaged girls dressed in blankets, one (me) waving a pillow at a smoke alarm while the other (Cole) holds the blanket up around the other's hips, while a lumberjack in his underwear fetches snacks. Yeah, we laughed too.
Finally Cole is like, "I'm tired," and Matt graciously gives us the use of his bed. We fight him for a while on the subject, but halfheartedly, because neither of us were too keen on taking the couches. Our pants are still not dry, so Cole and I share a toothbrush (squick, but better than waking up having not brushed our teeth) and crawl into Matt's bed in our panties and shirts. (Just as a side-note, Cole's underwear were bright blue and had a dragonfly on them. They were adorable.) I'm fully prepared to listen to my iPod--I have trouble sleeping otherwise--but then Cole yammers something about Christian rock and I realize that I'll be in trouble if I attempt it.
I didn't sleep very well, partially because of being in an unfamiliar bed, partially because I didn't have my iPod to listen to, partially because the wind was howling outside the bedroom window like a monster scratching to get in. Cole is asleep in seconds; I fade in and out of consciousness all night. The first few times I wake up, it's because of the wind--once or twice after that, it's because Cole is attached to me like an octopus and sapping my body heat. At around 7:30 a.m., I woke to a sound that made me think that the roof was caving in. In actuality, it was the rhinocerous children of the people who live in the house above Matt's apartment, thundering up and down the hallway directly above the bedroom. I briefly contemplated finding a broom and slamming on the ceiling with a handle, screaming "Keep it down up there!" like a disgruntled old lady, then I decided against it and just went back to sleep. At 10:30, Cole and I wake up, and I go hunting for my pants. Unfortunately, I step right over them and wake Matt in the process of the search, only to discover that oh! Both Cole's and my jeans are in front of the door, wrapped in a heating pad so they will stay warm. Cole and I are charmed by this. We get up and play some more Smash; Matt makes a kick-ass breakfast for us. The masses cheer.
Around 12, Matt starts digging us out of the apartment. By like 3:00, we are free (through some very nifty physics maneuvers with a rug in order to get the SUV un-stuck). I get home, get a shower, get un-grunged, and then... I call Cole and ask what we're doing that night. Clearly I cannot get enough of these people.
So that was Monday's adventure. Life has seemed exceptionally boring since then. Probably because few things can measure up to Monday night. Bwahaha.
Icarus wishes mad adventures would happen every day.
posted by Icarus at 4:23 AM
1 Comments:
Longest blog EVER.
Also, LOVE the title. I laughed and then farted! in my room.
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