Colder than Satan's Tit

I just got back home from Winterlicious. It wasn't bad. It wasn't exemplary either. The Craft Club crew went to this Indian restaurant, which had nice enough food, but served smaller portions, charged extra for naan, and could have had a bit more kick in the food. It came to $45 a piece, and we could have gotten better and more food and drink for less at other Indian restaurants we know.

It was my first "licious" event. There's a Summerlicious too. Meh. I guess it's good to try new places, even if you wind up a little disappointed. But it was nice to be out. Not so nice to be in the cold, though. Holy Murphy's shit, it was effing freezing out there. -17 degrees, man. No snow, just soul crushing subzero hell.

I kind of miss snow. Without it, this chill just feels like an angry cold slap in the face. Snow at least feels cozy. When I was a kid it meant snowmen and snow forts. Being out in snowy weather was cold and difficult, but somehow I always felt like I was on some sort of important journey, tromping through the snowy hills and whatnot. The absence of snow just makes it a pain in the ass.

I've been buying spring and summer dresses online. I'm practically counting the days till it's warm enough to live again. I haven't even given up dresses and skirts for winter. I just pile on the tights and sweaters and keep on truckin'. I just bought this one:

Feminine and sweet and most importantly for my body type: too short for the average woman, empire waist, and little room in the bust. Perfection.

I'm going to my hometown tomorrow to visit my friend for some needed girl time. I'm pretty jazzed. Not so jazzed about getting to the bus in this weather. But the ends will justify the means.