The Blizzard

I’m in NYC. My friends texted today from California, concerned about my well-being. Why? The blizzard? Feh.

I’m more worried about Gary and Georgia who are flying in from Nashville and Atlanta (respectively) tomorrow for our gig at the Cutting Room on Wednesday.

I told them to book back-up flights in case their originals get canceled. Only one of them has to make it for the show to go on. I’m praying for both. I don’t want to go up on that stage alone.

The footage on the news made it seem like Armageddon. Like you couldn’t walk or drive or see 2 feet in front of you. I’m sure it was treacherous in some places in the Tri-State area but on the Upper West Side? It’s beautiful.

So much so, I’m going for a walk to meet Adam and his Dad at 5 Napkin Burger about 10 blocks away.

On go the water-repellant Uggs. In go the airpods. As soon as the cold air hits my face I’m smiling wider than the happiest emoji. There are bundled up men on bicycles delivering pizza, food trucks selling tacos. People are carrying their dogs. Other (less precious) dogs are frolicking in the snow. I learned many-a-dog’s name because I asked: Lola. Beanie. Harold.

Life is going on big time. This is NYC.

Mamdami suggested that we all pick up a shovel. Trump said he thought that was “interesting.” Prolly cuz he never touched a shovel.

I’m listening to Chihei Hatakeyama, who makes me feel like I’m inside a dream. I would have been inside a dream anyway, but Chihei makes it more so. (And so does the one martini I had before I left.)

The snow is soaking through my UGGs. I don’t care.

I’m one block away from 5 Napkin Berger. Inside the place it’s packed. Again. This is NY.

When we’re finish with dinner I hook onto Adam’s arm and we walk back to our place and I try not to fall and bring him down with me.

He suggests taking West End and I counter with Riverside Drive because maybe I’ll get a glimpse of the river. But because it’s by the river it’s super windy. Windier than on West End for sure. So he was right. But I still don’t care because it’s so pretty.

My boots are soaked but they will dry. My feet will warm. I’m half snowman, half robot. It’s all worth it. I will continue to make lemonade out of lemons and gelato out of snow.

In the meantime, if you’re stressed about anything. I suggest … have a martini, (or don’t) but go for a walk and listen to Chihei Hatakeyama. And then let me know how you feel.   

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