I know, I know, it’s been ages. I hope you still remember me. Listen, I got back from that crazy tropical vacation in Buffalo about 2 weeks ago, and I justrightnowtoday finished thawing out.

I could write a whole book of poetry on how cold it was, using words like frigid and icewind and hellashiver, but you probably wouldn’t believe me. So, allow me to say it with the following 5-thousand word pictorial essay:


Blizzard Dance

End of the World



At least the music was good. Drinks, too, from what I remember.

*Covers mouth…*
*Withholds incriminating stories from HP groupie front-lines…*