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I typically don't go for the whole "hey check out what I went through," mainly because if they don't involve a matter of life and death and have some sort of clear moral point or survival tip, it's mainly just someone indulging their ego and pumping up their own self-worth at the cost of a few minutes out of a bunch of peoples lives.
(I just watched a whole ****load of House episodes, which is why I probably come off as a sheer ******* right now.)
At any rate, if you didn't hear, there was quite a bit of snow and ice dropped on the central and northern Virgina regions last Friday. Since I just happen to live in a semi-rural setting, that means there are lots of trees around. Apparently too much snow and ice has a funny effect on trees, namely it knocks them down. Also a funny fact about trees falling down, they can knock down those pesky little power-lines. Long line of funny facts that aren't really that funny shortened, we lost power at nine pm Friday night.
At first, not a problem. The heat *had* been on and fairly higher than normal just in case. By Saturday night though, it wasn't quite enough anymore. No power + cold = a very cold house. My wife and I were huddling around a very small fireplace with two kittens on our lap and a half frozen dog trying to displace the kittens.
Sunday morning I wake up and decide to make a command decision that we are going to a hotel, I don't care if we have to drive to Kentucky, after all the heaters in the car work. So I dig myself out from under the four comforters and the aforementioned kittens trying to climb inside my heavy snow jacket for warmth. Why? Not so much for the working heat. Dammit, it's Superbowl Sunday and there ain't no way in heaven nor hell we're missing the Saints bring home the trophy. Meanwhile, my wife gets a text message from a friend. Her friend had just booked a hotel room and wanted to know if we wanted one to.
"Hells ******* yes," was my hoarse scream from across the house.
A few hours of digging out a car later and after dropping off the animals to friends that just happen to have a little bit of a warmer house (think still at 50 instead of the 38 that was reading on my thermostat,) my wife and I are nessled in a warm room at the Hilton trying to defrost our partially frostbitten digits, chowing down to combat the mild malnutrition (electric stove and all,) and drinking all the water we can get our hands on because of the also mild dehydration. Of course, the two bottles of Champainge we just *happened* to feel a need for starting somewhere in the fourth quarter probably didn't help much. Neither did the bar tab we rang up after seeing Coach Payton The Great hold up, but hell with it. What's a little dehydration to seeing the Saints bring home the trophy?
Funny isn't it, a ****ton of snow and ice on the ground and we end up partially dehydrated. Again, not so much funny ha-ha as funny, well, not funny.
So here I sit now, digits defrosted and still attached and everything else mostly cleared up. I say mostly cause I've been having this chronic hella-pain issue for a year now. Drugs mostly take care of the worst of it, mostly and you know what?
Every minute of it was worth it. I'd go through this weekend every weekend for the rest of the winter if it meant winning that Lombardi. Why you ask? Dammit, I'm a Saints fan. Wading through misery and pain comes with the journey.
Best weekend ever. 
/on a side note, I told my wife when the Saints win the Superbowl, we're having a child. Good thing my usual preseason bet on the Saints came through cause I gotta start remodeling my office. 
//also, as a PSA, I know my nick is DrunkWino and all, but seriously, don't expect to find me sober from now till, well ever.
///and what's up with that little war thingy? Anything interesting happen lately?
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