I’ve lived in the south for 20+ years now and it still never ceases to amaze me that the threat of a little snow sends the city into a panic. Saturday was gorgeous… sunny and not too cold… but the forecast for Sunday night and Monday predicted heavy snowfall. The stores were madness. All the bread & milk were gone, beer & wine were flying off the shelves – as if we’d be snowed in for a week. I will confess that I made sure I had milk and bread (a-ok there) and since GA doesn’t sell alcohol on Sunday, I picked up a bottle of wine just in case. 🙂 Sunday was overcast and cold but even by 9pm there was still no snow. School closings were being announced left and right (the last time they closed schools with no accumulation n-o-t-h-i-n-g happened and a lot of parents were none too happy). And then it hit. 10pm on the nose the snow began to fall. By 10:45 the ground was covered and it was still coming down hard and fast. Then a text message: no work monday due to weather. Shortly thereafter, I poured myself a glass of wine and ventured out to take a few pictures.
A handful of names for our little snow storm are floating around facebook and the twitterverse: snowmageddon, snow jam, and the oh-so-original snow day – but my favorite has got to be Hothlanta (don’t you just love geeky Star Wars references?!)
Monday was a lazy day in Hothlanta and a trek out in the cold for more pictures…
(if you don’t get the hothlanta reference you seriously need to do some research on the Empire Strikes Back. this pic might help – and to answer your question: no, it’s not anyone I know)