Snowpocalypse (Snarmageddon? Snownami?) ‘10 continues! Friday’s storm dumped a couple feet of powder on Park Slope and provided us with an opportunity to bust out the sled we found on the street a few weeks ago. We hit Prospect Park around midnight, and there were a fair number of other sledding parties as well as some fresh ski tracks. I’m pining for a St. Bernard.
This is my very good friend Shane. He and I used to work together at a now defunct L.A. weekly. It was his birthday this weekend and I bought him this leopard-print Snuggie. The bartender made a bit of a stink about bringing it in, saying we were “dripping irony all over the floor.” He quickly changed his tune when he saw how much joy it brought to his patrons. You’re welcome Akbar!