Flagstaff Blizzard!...Life inside a Snow Ball

Well, the storm delivered. I would say there were 3-4 feet of snow total, possibly more. It snowed continuously from Wednesday night through Saturday morning and succeeded in driving me and my 6 roommates crazy. The library closed along with a fair number of other businesses; I even heard that a bookstore collapsed under the weight of the snow. We had no option but to watch countless episodes of “It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia” and soldier our way to vacant bars to stretch our stipends on weekday drink specials. Poor and idle, I survived the storm on a 5 lb bag of Idaho Spuds that I bought from Safeway for $1.29, fried in butter and covered in salsa. Other than oatmeal, it’s pretty much all I ate. Our rigorous and healthy canyon lifestyles were blown to pieces as we wallowed in our own filth and drank the nights away in despair at our captivity. As we anxiously awaited our return to action, the storm kept pushing back our project date, from Wednesday, to Sunday, to Monday, extending our epoch of sloth and indolence to 12 days. The sun remained hidden behind a swath of clouds for days on end and the streets were overrun by pedestrians and hapless vehicles. Alternate freezing rain and snow, accompanied by reported gusts of 60 mph buried Flagstaff in a tempest of biblical proportions! I blame this guy.


Bright spots included building a snow fort and having a snow pant dance party outside our apartment, walking in the winter wonderland and when the sun came out, the storm was over and we got on with our damn lives.