Friday, December 19, 2008

One more, then I gotta hit the road

Why does everyone freak out every time a snow storm is suppose to come through the area? If you didn't know, I live in lower New York, about 20 miles outside of New York City. This is an area that regularly has snow EVERY winter, yet every year when the first big storm is on its way, people feel the need to freak out. I'm sitting at work right now with an office that is at about 40% attendence because the rest of them decided not to even bother coming in. Listen, if you have lived here for as long as I have (24 beautiful years) you KNOW it's going to snow every year, haven't you gotten used to this fact yet? Fuck. Anyway, snow or no snow, I'm still leaving work whenever they let us head out and going to a party. Why Matt? The weather is bad! Because I'm used to winter, that's why. Get over it, don't drive like a dick-clown, and all will be good in the world. I have to swing by the house first to change and scoop up the half gallon of Jameson I purchased last night, because what fun is a party during the first storm of the year if you haven't got an ample supply of alcohol?

Besides being pissed that people are morons during the winter, I'm doing damn well. Going to Canada in the new year for the first time with two friends from college. I heard the strip clubs are legend up there, we shall see. Hopefully I don't run into some angry men drunk on the street. I've heard a few horror stories of people getting into fights, brawls, and almost being kidnapped while visiting Canada, so I'll have to keep that in the back of my mind while I wander the streets swilled up on fine Canada hootch.

Well that burned a decent amount of time this morning. I think I'm going to have another cup of coffee, listen to Cocktails and Dreams, read up on what kind of hysterical commentary lays in Brendan Kellys blog today, and look out the window waiting for the snow and an e-mail that says something along the lines of 'hey guys, the weather is getting kind of bad, use your own discression when you feel you want to leave today' at which point I will be out of this office so fast it'll make your head spin. Yeah, that's it, happy friday fuckers.

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