Fishing Waders and the City

Not to sound like a total furniture snob, but I’m fairly certain I have the most awesomest couch on the planet. And yes, Word autocorrect, I typed awesomest. And no, I did not mean ‘awesomeness.’ But I digress.

Seriously, it’s like it’s giving you a giant hug when you fall into it. Add an iPod, some studio headphones and a dark room and you have a small piece of heaven after a whirlwind trip for this one-third lifer. (It really doesn’t have the same ring to it, huh. I’m workin’ on it.)

If you’re thinking I’m some kind of lunatic who’s way too in love with her couch, then clearly we’ve just met.

I learned some things in my travels this week.

1. When it snows 12 inches in New York City, you’re not going to wear your cute black boots. You’re going to wear your winter boots. Leave that other crap at home. Unless you like to lug around things you won’t use, then by all means knock yourself out. I did.

2. While I am a born and bred Minnesotan who is used to dealing with snow, in New York, it’s a whole other ball game. There is nowhere to go with it all. It piles up and then melts down, making for a sloppy walk. Which brings me to my next lesson…

3. Chest high fishing waders would absolutely be an appropriate thing to wear while walking around the city after a snowstorm. That puddle at the end of the sidewalk could just get the soles of your shoes wet, or you could suddenly be standing waist high in mucky slush. It’s a crapshoot, really. I’m surprised I didn’t see people wearing them, it seems so obvious. Perhaps NYC is an untapped market. Someone alert Gander Mountain.

That’s all.

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