So I have been stranded at silvrsolace
's house since Saturday, because there's a couple feet of snow on the ground and I drive a late 80's Toyota Tercel hatchback. There is no way my little boopty can make it back to Richmond in this weather! Also, the power went out at least twice, and it's a testament to the kind of people we are that the first thing silvrsolace
and I shrieked when it did was, "The CHILI!!" since we had a crockpot going.
Y'all, we are not a snow city. I can't even remember the last time it snowed, and even when it did I'm certain it was under five inches and lasted for maybe a day, tops. We are most woefully and pathetically underprepared for this. Except, apparently, for the SUV drivers, who seem to be whipping gleefully around the roads like this is their entire justification for buying their goddamn vehicles.
The good thing about the snow, should one be inclined to search for a silver lining, is that the snowfall has lowered the turbidity of the water caused by the torrential rainstorms so we no longer have to boil our water. Yay?
Anyhow, before all this flurry madness happened, we went to La Casa Gelato
because it's in the middle of the Eastside Culture Crawl
and tried a bunch of flavours. Of the good: chocolate chili, pineapple passionfruit, chocolate pistachio, balsamic vinegar, and two Indian ones whose names I remember as being something like 'akbar mukti' and 'hawa hani' -- the first was rosewater-flavoured with pistachios, and the second was vanilla with pieces of burfi in it. Of the meh: apple cheddar, banana cream pie, lavender. In the end, I got a cone of german chocolate cake & pumpkin, which was FANTASTIC.
(Then later (before the power cut out) I downloaded the 'new' Beatles album, Love. And in case any of you guys would like to have it, here's a zip file
. Right-click download away!)
Finally and somewhat relatedly to talking about the Beatles, I found The Pythons: Autobiography by the Pythons
in a used bookstore for twelve dollars, so I bought it and it was excellent. Palin apologizing for everyone! Gilliam making no sense! Idle rubbing it in that Cleese "always missed the good times"! I mean, the book had something of a natural audience in me because I like reading stories of groups of five people who get together, do great work, and then have acrimonious breakups, but all the same it was a very entertaining and interesting read. Plus worth it for the Pythons' childhood photographs, in which they look astoundingly like the grown men they will become.
And now, breakfast. Possibly of chili.