There is nothing like two LA kids walking around NY in the snow. The conversations go like this:
Me: It's so pretty!
Him: It really is!
Me: It's fucking cold dude.
Him: I want to die.
Him: Let's cab it, it's only 3 blocks but if we are outside 2 seconds longer than necessary I'll hurt someone.
We had this conversation every time we ventured outside. During the beginning of the first snow I waxed poetically about how pretty the snow was and how I thought I was ready to move back to NY. Then it started to become a blizzard and I hightailed it the hell out of dodge. I don't remember it being that cold when I lived there, but I guess I've blocked it out like a hostage blocks out captivity. Below are pictures of the snow. I realize that some of you readers out there live in places with weather, but, remember, I do not. It was like I took pictures of a unicorn. A very, very cold unicorn.