Blizzard
Almost killed myself getting to Nate Kenyon's book release party (Bloodstone) last night at Boston College. It was rush hour and snowing like a bastard just as I was leaving (I gave myself over two hours to get there, for what would normally be an hour drive, and was still late). Weirdly, it wasn't snowing at all in Boston--they looked at me like I was crazy when I babbled about a raging blizzard. Otherwise, the party was fine. Ate a few snacks, drank a Guinness (thanks, Nate!), chatted about books, and then had to drive back into Hell. Naw, the snow was over--all that was left was the shoveling.