Part 1: Snow Days
(A small chunk of the gang on the corner of our street)
Last year, a snowstorm dumped a bunch snow in Harrisonburg, canceled school for several days, and kept us from going anywhere. The snow plows came by, eventually clearing the streets, making us go back to school, but not before dumping all the snow onto our sidewalk. A sidewalk which we were FORCED to clear by Harrisonburg City. Well...that snow melted, refroze, and became a bunch of ice. We used 2x4s and a random chunk of metal I found, to chip away at the ice as we shoveled it out of our driveway and our sidewalk. It was a terrible few days for us in some ways. Except, we always had fun on our snow days. We would make huge house trips to Kroger to buy a bunch of groceries, in case we were snowed in for good. But, the grocery shopping stories is a tale for another day. We would also walk 2 blocks down and hang out at the girl's house and play box hockey in the icy street, or they'd come up to our house and have giant snowball battles in 2 teams.
On one of those days that we had a huge snowball battle, a few hours earlier the girls had come by, made a snow angel in our driveway, knocked on our door, and ran to hide around the corner. When we opened the door we saw not your typical snow angel. This one was sexy. The girls had made it and thrown a pair of underwear on it along with a black flowery bra. Needless to say that was their mistake. We ran out, grabbed the underwear and bra, ran back in, and locked the door in the girl's faces as they realized what was going on. In case you were never in my house...that black bra was a BatCave icon and hung from a hook on our ceiling for the last semester of school. Several times it was taken back by the girls...only to be reclaimed by The BatCave.
(Our igloo roof in both photos)
Yet, I think my best snow day memory in HBurg comes from a simple little igloo we built in our backyard. In our backyard...approximately 4 feet from where the bones of a dead possum lay (a story for another day as well), we built the greatest igloo known to man. This igloo was constructed by all members of our gang: The BatCave guys (which of course includes Jared and Colin), The Safe Harbor girls from down the street, and our roommate named Dallas who was probably a vampire. Dallas...if you're reading this...I'm sorry, but we all thought you were a vampire. Well, in constructing the igloo we had many discussions and arguments as to the best way to build it. We built it over the course of 2 snowy days, and eventually realized we would have to improvise the roof. The roof was going to be difficult. At the rate we were going up, at the angle we were going at, it was going to be more of a snow tipi. So we decided the best way to top off the igloo was to build a non-snow roof. We found a wire fence nearby, some empty cardboard beer cases, a plastic sled, lots of sticks and leaves, and finally...we took a door off its hinges from the house. Our roof was built of fence, sticks, a few blankets I think, a sled, beer cases, and the door. Now, if that isn't classy I don't know what is. We squeezed a few lawn chairs inside the igloo, took a seat, and we all hung out inside and relaxed and marveled at our creation.
Then, while Stud began to light things on fire inside the igloo, filling it with smoke, we decided we were hungry. Thank goodness for Colin, the guy who can't be separated from his iPhone. He calls a pizza place to see if they're even delivering in the crazy snow that's going on outside. Except the first words out of his mouth are: "Do you deliver to igloos?"
Awesome.
That 15 second phone call he made was one of the most "college" moments of my whole life. Colin's dialogue is, as accurately as I can remember it, listed here:
"Do you deliver to igloos?"
"Igloos."
"I'm in an igloo. We want pizza. Will you deliver to our igloo?"
"It doesn't have an address. It's an igloo."
"I can give you the address of the house it's right behind. Will that work?"
"Perfect. It's 323 West Market Street."
And then he proceeds to actually place the order."Igloos."
"I'm in an igloo. We want pizza. Will you deliver to our igloo?"
"It doesn't have an address. It's an igloo."
"I can give you the address of the house it's right behind. Will that work?"
"Perfect. It's 323 West Market Street."
In a short while, we realize the pizza guy has arrived. He trudges up through the snow with the pizza and cheesy bread to give it to us. But we have one last demand: he must come inside the igloo to deliver it to us. He slides in, hands it off to us, and we ask if he wants to hang out with us and have a seat or have a beer. Well...let's just say he stayed for about 30 seconds then took one of those 2 things with him...and I'm pretty sure he doesn't need a chair while delivering pizza. If you catch my drift. Anyways...we proceeded to have a great time that night in the igloo, eating crappy pizza, having a few cold beers, chatting, coughing on smoke thanks to Stud, and having a great time with best friends as the walls of the igloo slowly melted.
(Chris waiting for the pizza guy to come inside the igloo)
It took a while for the igloo to finally melt and fall down. When it did, it left a pile of nasty roof material in the yard that we didn't touch for weeks...because we're guys...and we didn't care. But that was probably one of the best winters I've ever had in my entire life...sitting in a tiny igloo, having snowball fights, having a Super Bowl party with our homemade beer, and just having a great time overall...mostly thanks to my best friends.
End of Part 1: Snow Days
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