It’s getting ready to unleash a mountain of snow up in this mother. Is this Snowpocalypse v2?
I don’t put much weight into weather forecasts more than a few days out. Why worry about a prediction that may change by the time I look again in an hour? Anything past three days, I’m like, “We’ll see.” However, as I was sitting in the living room yesterday evening, my wife Allison let out a gasp.
“Woah!” she said, kind of like Joey Lawrence from his Blossom days.
Speaking of Joey Lawrence, my sister once met him at AJ Skateworld in Appomattox. He touched her hand.
Correction: In checking with my source, it was not AJ Skateworld. It was Fun Quest in Lynchburg. Yvonne Costello took her, Kathleen, Tracey Carwile, Claire Dixon, and Misty Smith.
My sister said if it wasn’t Yvonne that took them, it was Augusta. If Tracey is reading this, and you spell your name Tracy without the -e, that’s on my sister. I tried to confirm the existence or lack thereof the -e. She said Tracey with an -e so I went with it.
Anyway, back to the present.
“Look at the weather for Saturday and Sunday,” my wife said. “That’s insane.”
I opened my weather app and scrolled to the weekend. There were some snowflakes in the image. I clicked on Saturday.
“Check out Sunday,” Allison said. I click on Sunday.
“That’s going to be like 2009,” Allison said.
Snowpocalypse: The Original (2009)
For anyone who doesn’t recall the original Snowpocalypse, we got smacked with 23 inches of snow where I lived at the time (Pantops Mountain) in Charlottesville. I wasn’t working remotely back then, but I did for a solid 10 days because I couldn’t get out of my driveway, much less up the hillside leading to the main road.
They didn’t scrape the hillside road at my old apartment for 10 days. Not enough plows. Everything was buried. More important fish to fry. Eh, roads to clear.
Crazy story: one of my co-workers had to be rescued from his car by VDOT the night it began because he’d been caught on the roads when it started. He was returning home from an out-of-town work event when it became too difficult to drive. He pulled over. The snow kept falling. He thought he was going to die. Then VDOT almost took out his sedan on the side of the road while plowing. He smashed all the lights down on his car so they’d see him.
He lived.
Once the snow melted and we all returned to work two weeks later, we took it upon ourselves to pluck off all the keys on his keyboard and reorder them. A good time was had by all (except him).
Anyway, how much snow are they calling for where you live?
Are you about to get wham, bam, thank you mammed like we are? Or will these forecasts be oh so very wrong? I’m crossing my fingers they’re wrong. I’m not trying to be stuck inside for days. Not trying to shovel two feet plus of snow from my driveway. My kids are all talking about making igloos.
Nah, bro.
Lastly, I leave you with a series of text messages I once sent my buddy Andy back in 2015. I feel it’s relevant here with the whole Snowpocalypse potential a possibility and all. Man, I hope not though. A possibility of 33″ of snow. Dang.
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