The STORM!

We have our official first storm darlings!

After safely getting home from bizarre in movie dining experience (see below), nfM and I hang our for awhile, during which nfM tells me family drama stories and discuss her upcoming plans. Very impressive, nfM with her jet setting, all over the world spa career plans, on top of which girlfriend plays the didgeridoo! Eventually, she braves the storm outside and I get a text from L2, inviting me upstairs to drink, bragging that he got prepared for the STORM with much booze! Yey! I make a tray of goodies and head upstairs to L2's apartment where we drink a ton of vodka, smoke weed and have riveting conversations. L2 demonstrates music equipment (the room I use for FASHION, L2 uses for music hobby, and I see how jersey seduces everyone with SPACE, tho in unique ways). I tell L2 about how stores charge my company whenever stuff is on sale and other nuances of pajama business. L2 tells me about the various ways his flawless Russian piece is missing the certain...something. It's character and class, I enlighten him, after seeing a picture of that piece which he tells me looks like me. I correct him that the piece in that picture wishes she looked like me. Then, we watch some dumb ass movie, and someone in that movie drives a ferrari or similar, and L2 says longingly :'cmon, you know if I had that car I could get anything I want!'
My weed-fueled brain dispenses this cracked pearl of wisdom in response:
'if that's the case, you never wanted a lot, L2'
This causes a stoner pause and lull. Eventually, I take my leave. Upon returning home, I look outside and marvel at seriousness of the STORM, and need to clean up the snow in the dining room that has gotten inside through that window I cannot close! I experience a moment of deep gratitude for having a home, shelter and heat on such a night, being forever warped by the horrid Hans Anderson Little Matchbook Girl story that I sincerely hope has been banned since own childhood. Own self had awful nights in childhood, imagining the vile drafty attic home, a slow freezing death and the ghost of dead grandma! Although, I did always like that no pets were harmed in that story. On that note, I am grabbing the cats and the dogs and we are going to sleep under many blankets!


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