Up there with Open Bars that Don’t Suck, A Reservation at La Esquina and Spotting Bon Jovi at Whole Foods, an actual adult Snow Day is a New York legend of mythic proportions. But here I am, in my Pajama Jammy Jams doing those indulgent To-Do’s only reserved for an unexpected day off. And because I run a blog pretty much about me (oh, and fashion) I have decided to entertain you all with exactly what it is that I have done this past hour spent at home:
9:00 am — Participate in brief Conference Call with Fashion PR team at Starworks in which it becomes abundantly clear that I have no actual responsibility.
9:15 am — Take Baxter out in the snow in booties I fashion out of Glad sandwich baggies; He walks out of the door in 4 and returns in 1.
9:25 am — Solo jaunt to Starbucks where I order a Skinny Vanilla Latte and proceed to add two entire Splendas thus rendering it the Beverage-Least-Resembling-Coffee in the West Village.
9:40 am — TiVo “Kell on Earth” and “How to Make it in America.” Brain cells continue to fire on all cylinders.
9:45 am — Download new tunes from Spoon, The XX, The National, Freelance Whales and Owl City in order to up my cool factor whilst blogging ruefully.
10: 00 am – Officially declare this Snow Day an unrivaled success.
