They say it takes two to tango. I’m no longer so sure about that adage.
On Super Bowl Sunday (yes, I know when that was), Chicago experienced its fifth worst blizzard in recorded history. No, I’m not talking about the dessert at Dairy Queen. I’m talking about 19 inches of snow.
But back to tangoing. A few days after the snow had fallen, I became truly acquainted with black ice for the first time, and it wasn’t pretty. As I was walking down the sidewalk, minding my own business, I felt the ground give way beneath me and I flailed wildly and miraculously managed to regain my balance.
This anecdote reminded me that the one massive snowstorm (Snowmageddon) that Maryland experienced a few years ago completely failed to prepare me for this weather.
Up until this snowfall, I’d been managing to survive the weather in Chicago without complaining too much.
That all changed with this snowfall (which, no matter how bad it was, still wasn’t as bad as it was here last year, where I’ve been told that with wind chill it was -40 degrees Fahrenheit [although I couldn’t find this online, so it might be an exaggeration).
It’s hard for me to contemplate just how many days of school Maryland schools would have been closed for for this amount of snow. But out here in Chicago, I didn’t have so much as a delay.
This made no sense to me, since our campus shuttle service stopped running, but we were still expected to make it to class on time.
Somehow I managed to make it to class every day, because unlike in Maryland, people here are able to plow streets and shovel sidewalks in an extremely short period of time simply because they’re more used to it.
Naturally, the cold weather makes you want to just curl up in a ball and never get out of bed. So on more occasions than I can count, that’s exactly what I did over the past week or so. However, I did still need to get food, so I would buy as much as possible in each outing so I could stay indoors for as long as possible. This meant buying a lot of Chipotle (of course) and staples like SpaghettiOs (that I haven’t eaten in at least a decade until now) and just eating them in my room. After the first couple of days, I was already used to the snow (although by this point it had been hideously discolored and was more an eyesore than an actual obstacle).
The bottom line is that, although it’s annoying that my phone will shut off from time to time because of the cold, as long as I put on enough layers the cold doesn’t really matter that much to me any more. Either that, or the cold has frozen my pain receptors to the point where I don’t realize how terrible it is here.
I think it’s obvious that the greatest perk of this snow, in addition to the new styles I’ve been adapting, is that I perfected the art of the solo tango.
As a bonus, here are some of my favorite pictures that I took in the aftermath of the storm.