Typically I’m a winter hermit. And trapsing around in snow? Not a chance.

Life is changing.

Even though they were calling for 30+ inches of snow, a few friends and I (who were below ground and had metro accessibility), decided to go to a bar in Chinatown. I wore snow pants to the bar over my jeans. So I was the only one, but it seems to start a trend throughout the district for the following two days.

It was a great night. Nothing too eventful, but definitely out of the ordinary winter activities for me. And because I only drank cider (for reasons you can see on my main blog), it was particularly good. Even though I decided snow fights would be fun and ended up with some stellar bruised knees. I stayed at my friend Josh’s house and we got up the next morning where I headed for Yes 14…