The Blizzard of 2011

We all know about it.
It's impossible to ignore.
So why not have a blog post about it?
The Blizzard of 2011.

It was Saturday when i caught word
Of the winter storm in the works.
My immediate reaction was skepticism.
This was a re-run of disappointing hype
That is the reality of mid-western "snow storms."
But this did not stop me from rumoring
The exaggerated amount of accumulation.
I spread the word like propaganda
Against the ruling tyrant in Egypt.
However, it remained unknown what this storm would produce.
Monday passed like the Thursday before a weekend trip.
As i read weather reports, hope conjured its way
Through my hardened heart.
Excitement built tension block by block,
Minute by minute.
The day concluded.
It was time to sleep.
Yet i found myself wide-eyed,
Tossing and turning, like a child on Christmas Eve.
Weather patterns drifted through my dreams.
I beat my alarm to morning. 8:03.
I didn't want to get out of bed.
Fear stirred as i thought about what was outside.
Not fear from 20 inches of snow,
But at grass springing through powder,
Reaching for the light as the Sun beat down on the ground.
Tentatively, i peered through the blinds.
With the building across the street barely visible,
The Blizzard of 2011 officially began.


















It was only hours later that i became stir crazy.
The Flight of the Conchords was a band-aid
On a wound that needed to be stitched.
So the roommates and I went on a walk before lunch
To assess the damage and the possibility of leaving the APT.
The odds were not good.
In fact, we had simply picked the scab
That protected the wound inflicted by the blizzard.
(Really bad imagery, i know).
Nonetheless, Potato Soup was not the remedy.
Neither was Gladiator.
Nor Stranger than Fiction.
And Million Dollar Baby fell short as well.
The only cure would be to get outside.
And so being snowed in was the present i had to embrace.

Before Million Dollar Baby (see above for link to Wikipedia)
I provided Dakota Kildoo with a video tour via Skype of our snow fall.
He was amazed.
Snow is ridiculous.
Anyway, that naturally led into a conference call
To make sure the world had not ended in other regions of the US.
Arizona, you still exist. Iowa, you too.
And the south side of Joplin, you too barely exist.

Anyway, on day 2 of literally being snowed in,
I escaped.
After a morning of the Flight of the Conchords,
We decided we had to risk it.
We had to get out. Or die.
So, we took our kitchen bowls outside to test our luck.
We were lucky.
Someone let us borrow a snow shovel.
We excavated Ray's car like an archaeologist uncovering rare fossils.
And went to Ozark to play some basketball.
With no problems coming or going,
I settled back into my nest while my roommates flew the coop,
Which brings us to the present.
Meanwhile, i have been working on what i like to call a "Blizzard Beard."
Pictures to come, i promise.
Anyway, stay safe and remember: The world still exists.