On Friday Nashville received a massive snow dump (and by massive I mean about 5 inches, but hey, we Southerners impress easily). It was getting so bad on midday Friday that my boss sent everyone home- Woo! Snow day!
Jennifer also had been sent home early, so we got together, grabbed some sleds (read: bent to shit cookie pans), and hit the slopes (read: hill in the business park across the street from my apartment). Speeding down the hill towards West End, shouting my head off, I noticed some drivers looking at me with, dare I say, disdain– I am writing this off as mere jealousy that they did not have half a day off. I love how snow has the ability to turn everyone into kids again.
After we were thoroughly iced and soaked there was a brief break for hot chocolate and cooking our clothes in the oven. Then we suited up again to go to a giant snowball fight in Centennial Park that we were alerted to thanks to Nashvillest and Nathan Baker.
Snow!!! (Credit: Alice G.H. Kim)
A sock-handed, snowball throwin' machine!
The snowball fight started off slow, just a few of us tossing missles by the Parthenon, but then we noticed a mass of people at the other end of the park. As we approached them there was a Braveheart moment as we released blood curdling screams and charged them!
Unfortunately for us we were outnumbered by 3 to 1, so I guess it was more like a Tennyson “Charge of the Light Brigade” moment. In any case, we made quick friends with the newfound warriors around the van brought by a wondrous Nashville beverage company, whose name I am not at liberty to disclose. Once we’d warmed ourselves with beverages, we collectively decided to sneak up on (as much as “sneaking” can apply to a group of thirty or so people) a Channel 4 News van that was parked nearby. They fought briefly, but mainly stayed cloistered in the van…pansies. Still, Jenn and I got them with a few good scoops of snow from our sleds!
Courtesy of the Tennesean photographer we tried not to hit.
Also courtesy of the Tennesean photographer we tried not to hit.
Jennifer lying in wait
Here's to an awesome snowball fight!
The after parties were every bit as fun as the fight itself. We stopped at Sweetwater and puzzled the 60 something alcoholic crowd there, then we hit up Rotiers, where every employee seemed to be pissed off that they couldn’t go home yet. Finally we wound up at Jennifer’s place with a few of our newfound friends and forties. We drew dominoes to see who got which forty. As I recall the selection order went something like this: PBR, Colt 45, Steele Reserve, Coors Light, Bud Light, Bud Light Lime. Yes, that’s right, PBR and Colt were the first to go…I think you can deduce how fun the rest of the evening was.
