Colorado is supposed to get hit by another snowstorm today -- and they're predicting anywhere from two inches to two feet. I leave (in theory) tomorrow, so we're waiting for the deluge. The skies have gone gray, the mountains are barely visible, we know it's coming. It's like a Stephen King novel, except that the oncoming storm won't strip the flesh from our bodies, but rather make driving and flying rather inconvenient.
It's probably no surprise by now that I spent a good portion of my childhood in fantasyland, and to those purposes, I liked gray weather more than any other. Weird, out-of-this-world stuff just seemed more possible when the sun wasn't out, I suppose. I'm more down-to-earth these days, but I think a bit of that appeal holds over.
That said -- I'd be happy with four-five inches of snow. I'd like to be back in Atlanta for New Year's, and trying to reschedule canceled flights is more horrific than anything King ever dreamed up.
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I went out for beers with the legendary Tapeleg last night at the legendary Sobo 151, winner three years running of the "Colorado Bar I'd Most Like to See Relocated to Atlanta" award. TL is a gentleman and a scholar, and we held lengthy discussions on the Avalanche, poor deluded people who don't like the Avalanche, how we can get those people to appreciate the Avalanche, etc.
We also drank lots of Czechvar, the world's second-best beer (behind Fat Tire, of course). It remains a cruel injustice that Czechvar still isn't available in Atlanta. When CV finally sorted out their legal dispute with crappy Budweiser and the beer became available in North America, Atlanta was one of the test markets, and life was glorious. But the company ran into a new legal dispute with its Georgia distributor, and (I'm told) until the contract runs out, it won't be on sale in Atlanta. Meanwhile, it's become available everyplace else. It's a sad, sad story, up there with "Old Yeller" for pathos. Friends of mine think Pilsner Urquell and Staropramen are as good as it gets for Czech beers. I so want to show them what the world has to offer.
Back to the round-the-clock vigil in front of the Weather Channel. Wish me luck.