Snow Country for Cold Men

Hilarious snow pun, right? It's from a commenter on Meghan's blog, a few weeks back when she wrote a post about snow puns and the so-called Snowpocolypse of 2010. The real Snowpocolypse, though, happened last Thursday/Friday, when the city got like 15 inches of snow or something. Okay, fine, I didn't look up the number. But it was a lot. My office even got a "work from home" snow day!

Of course, I was out on a date until 3 a.m. the night of the Snowpocolypse, which according Jenny was when the storm was the worst. How is the worst storm time determined and then advertised as such? I do not know. What I do know, however, is that I was down in the East Village and saw about four people in six blocks or so, then came uptown (alone, mind you!) and saw about zero people in four blocks. Long sentence short: no one was out.

There were these huge piles of snow that were taller than my boots when I stepped in them, and the steps of my mini-stoop were covered and there was a tall pile of snow I had to step over and be careful not to knock over when I opened the front door to my building. So I took some photos, natch.