We live in the South for gosh sakes. Not Maine or NYC or Ohio or Michigan or Canada — where they are accustomed to this kind of snow. I mean my lordy, I just stopped wearing flip-flops not too long ago. And then of course we do the appropriate thing that we do in the South – we panic, wiping out all milk, bread and wine (if you’re smart — always wine and now creamer because I’m just about out – YIKES!). But we ARE resourceful. In my case, I walked up to my neighbors house and we had ‘cocktail hour’ because just about the BEST thing we DO in the South is gracious hosting. And snow is a reason to celebrate. Actually we can pretty much celebrate practically anything.
I had ventured out yesterday for lunch with a friend at Souper Jenny in Buckhead. I knew we had the ‘snow alert’ on but it was not snowing at the time so out I tottled along not really thinking much about it. On a side note Souper Jennys is FANTASTIC. There was a line out the door. As I got closer to town a few flakes began swirling magically down from the pregnant sky but once again — it was just a few flakes. Snow is very magical to me. I suppose because we don’t really live in snowy conditions like many of our northern friends it’s a mystery. Thus we are in denial to a degree when it really starts to snow. We begin thinking that perhaps it won’t ‘stick’. Well it did. And created in a frigid icy snowy birth was SNOWPOCALYPSE 2014. And yes, it was celebrated with wine and white cheddar popcorn at my neighbors house at the appropriate cocktail hour after 5pm. I walked up the hill in a snowy whiter than white winter wonderland dressed in my furry snow boots, forgetting my gloves because I didn’t want to drop my newly purchased bottle of wine, cell phone to document my arctic journey, orange scarf and a parka. I was equipped for anything — even polar bears.
After seeing the news this morning and hearing of friends stranded all night in cars and thankfully businesses like Home Depot and many others, including homeowners opening their doors to people who would otherwise be popsicles this morning — the innate goodness of people I truly believe in. And it shown through wonderfully in this ‘not’ hot Atlanta mess we have found ourselves in. But do what we do best —- ‘What-ya’ll have to drink’ and ‘come on over — cocktail hour here in the South’.