Damn Swede

I would have rather stayed home, not because I am anti-social or didn’t want to spend time with my friends, but because it was a tough week and this weekend just wasn’t long enough to fully recover. However, I promised I would attend the Super Bowl party, so off I went.

It was a fun party; good friends and good food. I decided to leave at the start of the third quarter so I could make it home at a reasonable time and still see the end of the game. It would have been timed perfectly too, if it hadn’t been for the blizzard going on outside unbeknown to us in the basement. Regardless, I decided to leave and the twenty minute trip home turned in to well over an hour. I thought maybe the highways would be cleared, as Chicago is super-great about snowplowing, but I was horribly wrong.

Not going over 20 miles an hour the whole way home, cars (including mine) were slipping all over the road. The Silver Bullet, bless her heart, doesn’t have four-wheel drive but likes to pretend she does. Um. It was a nightmare. I finally got to Fullerton, which was partially plowed. I tried pulling in to my garage and ended up getting my car stuck in the snow. After a little shoveling, I finally was able to pull it in.

I wonder what the commute will be like tomorrow.

Oh, and the worst part!  I didn’t get to see “the biggest upset in Super Bowl history.”  And I was even rooting for the Giants too.