HOLY STRAIGHT-SHITTIN' SHERLOCK

Screw the posts that I had intended for this weekend. Screw the plan I had. Screw everything. Because we actually got snow last night. I don't know how, but the little mecca of my world, which is on the water, and ZERO feet above sea-level on the Eastern Seaboard got the white powder world of Boston/Alaska/Chicago/DC, etc. Okay, maybe not that extreme, but holy shit...

It started to flake just past 2am. I was just home from a Girls Night Out while Mr. Wookie had spent 12 hours barhopping. No, not a typo. 12 HOURS. Champion, I tell you.

While I was tired because it was late, and had adequately fed the guys who were clamoring for drunk food, I PJ'd up and hit the sack.

Mr. Wookie went out for pictures. So I've at least warned you of his sobriety level during his 2-hour trek last night around Downtown Norfolk.

So this is a side street off our building. Not much to be seen. Just the snow accumulating in the trenches, because the wind Downtown can be an uber bitch. A lot.

During their trek, our friend Scott (to some, "Mr. Appetizer" - the man can't eat a meal without an appetizer) works on his America's Next Top Model look.

And Mr. Wookie smiles despite the blistering cold that it was being out last night and on the Waterside. One wrong move...

Apparently the USS Wisconsin is listing a slight lean. Maybe it needs a V8.

I don't know how long it took for Mr. Wookie to realize I had my camera on "night shots" (it's a super long exposure so night shots aren't as dark) because when someone's getting frisked/arrested/escorted to the patrol car across the street from my Girls Night Out, you take pictures. But that event is obviously beaten by SNOW!

Starting to have some snow stick to these streets. Not too shabby. This is about as much as Medford, Oregon, would get. I think I had 2 snow days in school. Ever. Lame.

Getting there. And I'm not sure what time it is either...or their BAC.

And like any law-abiding citizen, the prerequisite standing-in-the-middle-of-the-road-for-a-shot-of-the-stupid-people-who-haven't-made-it-home-yet photo. That's my boy.

Fast forward 5 hours of sleep for this blogger who woke up thinking it was much later. Makes sense. Snow is white. White is reflective. I thought more morning had passed.

But like any good child, I put on my 40-degree running tights, my snow boots, a sweatshirt, and puffer vest, just to step out the doorway and snap some shots.

Yes, I'm the Queen of Doorstep Shots. Who wants to ruin the snow? Not me. I'm a purist also. See, you guys are learning a lot this week.

So, here's to not going to the gun range. Or out to frozen yogurt.