The Living Rockumentary

Ning, I wonder if Andrea and I were two of those snowpeople you saw? Well, the story goes like this (cue harmonica and crackling fire sound, maybe a hint of evil laughter and backwards animal noises though a Leslie)

Anyway, A+I headed to her folks' place in Westboro, and laughing all the way. Why? This ain't no snowstorm! This is freezing rain! And the first couple hours were worry free. But oh, we laughed too soon. Like the way time is distorted when you have a fever, it seemed to go from non-threatening to scary in what seemed like 15 minutes, but also seemed like 3 hours. Because I was in a pleasant atmosphere with food, gifts, nice people, but part of me had this fear of being trapped. So, at 7:30, against logic, we set out from Westboro to Noho. We made it there by 9:45. Not bad at all. The Pike was at times frankly scary, at times, masterfully treated. I averaged between 30-45 mph the whole way. I cursed all the SUVs going 55. SUVs-you are damned either way.
We got home and found our driveway unplowed and I would not have been able to make it in. Landlord said plow was coming but who knows when. I was in denial, because I was sick of the snow making everything inconvenient, so I parked on the street and hoped I wouldn't get towed after mindight. At 11:55, I was drinking some yummy Van Gough vodka (a multi-flavor gift pack) and trying to forget the inevitable. Andrea had put on boots and hat and said "I'm going to move your car to the garage. It's cheaper than getting it towed". I said, alright, alright, I'll go with you".
Thank god for her cooler head. because I just didn't wanna deal. It was Christmas, they're not gonna tow me!
Think again, Chico.
At 12:05 we went to move my car, and ALREADY there was a cop on Trumbull ticketing the cars. He hadn't gotten to mine yet. So we skidded and slided all the way to the parking garage, and had a great walk back home. It was like snow shoing. That's where maybe Ning woulda seen us. It was absolutely surreal and romantic to be walking basically down the middle of King Street, past a dark Calvin and a lit 7-11. We were going exactly against the storm and the front of our jackets had 2 inches coating of snow when we got home.
We braved the elements too.
Then, we got home, watched some of Alice's Restaurant on DVD--a random gift Andrea receieved. I forgot that it's actually a pretty cool movie, very of its time, and genre--you don't know whether suddenly Peter Fonda or Peter Tork is suddenly gonna appear, passing a joint to a half naked girl.) But it's very Western Mass, filmed in the Berkshires partly. She also got a DVD of Memento!
Alright, so I got me car out of the garage this morning, and town was sparkly and beautiful. Time to do laundry. And think about how to spend the $125, 000, 000 I have in gift certificates .

Tony--Re: David Crosby. If I Could Only Remember My Name, right? I 've heard it before, years ago--my sister had it on vinyl. I' dlike to give it another try. It's a who's who of the California hippie rock scene, right?