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In North Carolina; about an inch or two. You'd've thought it was Armageddon.
Really, it was quite delightful. The staff at the hotel were leaping around like children. The two shuttle-bus guys were throwing snowballs out front. They closed some roads, they closed schools. It was almost as bad as when it snows in Britain. ::G::
This jet lag is a curious animal. I thought I was all over it. I went out with the lovely
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snycock again last night (the night before we went out to a great veggie restaurant and I failed to finish my dinner) and had a very groovy time chatting with a group of her friends and failing to finish my starter (never made it to the main course (o:). I had my Tarot read, which was mostly glowing and pretty and nice.
I felt fine all night, though I'd seriously thought I wasn't going to make it, having peeled m'self from the bed just half an hour before, forcing myself into the shower with a 'nnnrghh, wha's hap'n'n dude' way about me. I was OK then. but still managed to sleep a full 6 hours before my 5.45 wake up this morning for the 7am breakfast meeting, feeling hale, bouncing and chipper until I blanked out totally at one-ish, collapsed into my bed in a state of some confusion and have been more or less solidly asleep ever since.
Tea helps. God bless travel kettles.
In other news, the schenanigans in the CBB house have made page 8 of USA Today, and I hear it's a tad breezy back home.
Stay warm, my babies
Really, it was quite delightful. The staff at the hotel were leaping around like children. The two shuttle-bus guys were throwing snowballs out front. They closed some roads, they closed schools. It was almost as bad as when it snows in Britain. ::G::
This jet lag is a curious animal. I thought I was all over it. I went out with the lovely
snycock again last night (the night before we went out to a great veggie restaurant and I failed to finish my dinner) and had a very groovy time chatting with a group of her friends and failing to finish my starter (never made it to the main course (o:). I had my Tarot read, which was mostly glowing and pretty and nice.I felt fine all night, though I'd seriously thought I wasn't going to make it, having peeled m'self from the bed just half an hour before, forcing myself into the shower with a 'nnnrghh, wha's hap'n'n dude' way about me. I was OK then. but still managed to sleep a full 6 hours before my 5.45 wake up this morning for the 7am breakfast meeting, feeling hale, bouncing and chipper until I blanked out totally at one-ish, collapsed into my bed in a state of some confusion and have been more or less solidly asleep ever since.
Tea helps. God bless travel kettles.
In other news, the schenanigans in the CBB house have made page 8 of USA Today, and I hear it's a tad breezy back home.
Stay warm, my babies
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That figures. Only Yankees would be so *uncivilized.* (Disregarding the fact that by Southern definitions, I'm a Yankee, too.)
I thought it was weird when we walked into Chapel Hill early a couple of days ago and it was all dead and shut!
Usually I love the slowness of the South, how things just rarely start early (although that's changing more and more). But in summertime it's a total pain because it's just too hot to wait until 9 or 10 for most businesses to open so you can get your errands done before your car tires fuse with the asphalt.
My US experience is mostly confined to NYC, Seattle and Miami. This is all very different; quite delightful, I must say. People couldn't be friendlier...
Oh, I so agree with that. I grew up in the Midwest (& have traveled some in Florida and New England) and the people in the South are just... different. The times I've returned to the Midwest for a visit, I've been astonished at how brusque and fast-talking everybody there seems to me now. I know people are still nice *there* too -- but it's kind of like the contrast between honey and vinegar. (Not that I have anything against vinegar!)
they have the most delicious accent
*Oh* yes. Wish I had a real Southern accent myself. Or a British one. Or Irish. Or Australian. Or lived in places where people *have* those accents. ((Okay, I live among Southern accents, but I often wish I could live farther afield.)
And why is butter so expensive here?
Um. I don't know? All dairy stuff has been going up a lot lately. The cows are on strike? People are supposed to just use strange corporate margerines? But it seems to me that *real* butter has often been considered to be a luxury, at least in the places I've lived. EVen though, yes, Southern cooking can really shine with the saturated fats. It's all a puzzle to me.
Where are you, then, honey - I'm guessing Georgia...?
Um hmm. Savannah. Never been to Chapel Hill though I know people who went to college there or at Duke, and I know how much they loved that part of the world.
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Savannah *is* beautiful (well, the beautiful parts are really beautiful *g*). I've traveled more south from Savannah than north (except for the nearer bits of SC, like Charleston), so I don't know NC at all except for one visit to Asheville in its lovely mountains. I'd love to know it more; it seems like a beautiful state from coast to mountains.
And it's so nice to know other that people in this part of the world are enlightened and appreciate the finer things in life... ;-)