In case you haven’t heard, the East Coast was hit by a blizzard this weekend. If you live in the States, you might have noticed, as EVERYONE on the East Coast posted pictures of the snow. All this buzz suggests that it doesn’t snow here every year – but that clearly isn’t the case.
The warnings about this devastating snow storm started rolling in at the beginning of the week, and on Friday, grocery stores were being raided for everything they sold – mind you, that the weather report for today was sunny. However, one can never be sure.
The first items that tend to get sold out right before a storm are the basics; eggs, milk and bread. For this one day-storm, it seemed like the entire city was about to throw a French toast rager, but I wasn’t invited to one, so I am assuming that didn’t happen.
Jonas arrived in NYC on the night leading into Saturday, and I woke up to a window completely covered in snow. Additionally, the wind made enough noise to give me shivers, although I was hiding in my bed.
My roommate, Mari, and I looked out the window and saw the awfulness that was going on, and agreed on that stepping outside would be a terrible idea. 5 minutes later, we were getting dressed in order to go outside.
We went to the grocery store, which was even more chaotic on Saturday than Friday, and somehow managed to have to stand in the same line twice (that takes true talent). In our cart were all the necessities to endure the last few hours of the storm, including garlic bread, tortilla chips, cheese, guacamole, pasta sauce and vegan chocolate muffins. Jonas wasn’t going to stop us from enjoying ourselves, although we were only going to be locked in for an evening.
On Sunday, I was woken up by bright sunlight, and the sound of melting snow. The storm was over, and it was time to join the basic bitches in running outside and taking completely necessary pictures about having survived the first snow storm of the year.
And so we did.
P.S: Don’t wear white pants when it’s slushy and disgusting outside.
Pictures taken by Mari Bockmann, edited by me.