In light of everybody freaking the fuck out aboutthis, what’s the coldest day you remember?
A few years ago it was like six below outside and I usually walked to work. I figured eh, it’s 20 minutes, you have a good coat, don’t be a pussy, you can do this. After a block my eyelashes froze together and I called my boss and said I’d be working from home that day.
Close second was a February UW hockey game at Lambeau. Yeah. I don’t know what we were thinking either. All the girls in their little fashion boots and the boys in their thin hoodies were huddled in the bathrooms between periods chugging whiskey and trying to keep warm. My dad had hooked me up with some of his rank-smelling goose down canvas hunting gear, including these gloves made out of I don’t even KNOW, so I was warm and toasty, even if I reeked of fake fox piss. A game last year at Soldier Field in February wasn’t nearly as cold, but without the hardcore gear, it was much tougher to take. Thank God for Mr. A and his flask full of scotch.