Won't it be a thing when we look back on this year, the crazy winter and how it went right over the top like a drunken winter that got drunk and climbed on a table and kept on snowing and throwing more snow and pulling down its pants and singing at the top of its lungs and snowing some more?
For months, I was working on a website that just came into fruition this month, and right upon the heels of that launch came a related live event at NYU.
And holes kept getting punched in each week by all the crazy weather, and everyone would adapt and use their phones and web access and keep going, and dig out and drive through the enormous looming snow banks and keep going, and all the flights would get canceled, and people kept getting on other other flights and kept going, and somehow it all worked out.
And it did NOT snow on the event, and we had speakers and an audience and food and a great space, and everything.
The next day, today, another giant storm fell, but yesterday, it was clear and sunny and slushy and everyone bustled about the sidewalks of the Village, unhampered. New York City is beautiful, even when things are (seemingly) teetering on the edge of impossible.
