Slushy New Year's!
It's snowing again.
Everybody seems to be in agreement that I should try hard not to slip and fall. And they act like wiping out is something I would otherwise enjoy doing.
A week or so ago, my mother sent me a product called "Get-a-Grip" snow and ice cleats in fashionable purple.
Brian warned me that it was icy and slushy out this morning, so I put on my ice cleats for the first time. Walking in the slushy snow was fine. Leaving the house was a bit of a challenge. Walking on shoveled sections of the sidewalk was difficult. And walking around in the subway was embarrassing.
The cleats made me sound like a scratchy tap dancer. A number of people turned to look as I waddled onto the train wearing my fashionable and rhythmic ice cleats. At least I haven't fallen yet.
Last night, before it was snowing, Brian flipped through our no-cable and came upon a public access channel that was airing a hearing he had attended back on December 7th (his birthday).
One of his coworkers was speaking. And then I saw what looked like Brian whispering into the testifying coworker's ear.
"Were you there?"
"Yeah."
"Do you speak too? Are you on camera any more?
"Just towards the end."
We watched ... and finally, there was Brian, leaning in awkwardly to try to clarify a point. Such a cutie. One of the council members even said, "You're going to have to pull the mic closer. We can't hear you." Here is a picture I took with my crappy camera phone of Brian trapped inside the TV.
Tonight is New Year's Eve. I can't wait to not-drink and then fall asleep before midnight. Here's to the decade that both started and ended with a bust. Aughts: it's been real and it's been fun, but it hasn't been real fun. Ciao!