As a girl from Texas unaccustomed to a “real winter”, I find it magical sitting inside the office and watching the large flakes graze the building. This winter in New York is apparently a more brutal one, and I battled out another snowstorm tonight by going with my friend to a 20-something-year-old happy hour. Unfortunately, most people decided not to battle it out, but we still had a pretty good night chatting in this small group and making new friends with a girl who is a sorority sister of my best friend who’s getting married (small world!).

When you surface from the subway and step out onto the powdered snow street, there’s a moment of awe. For these slow seconds, a hush settles over New York. It’s a feeling of something transcendental, settling around you. (Of course there’s a rude awakening shortly thereafter because of the bitter, biting wind.)

Every weekend I’m roaming the city streets. I’m chasing these snow globe moments.

This past weekend was such fun, especially because one of my best friends came in for a visit. It was also filled with much randomness as documented below–granted I think it actually meant something for my European friends.

We were sitting at a pub when these older Irish gentlemen and I struck a conversation, and they mentioned that this cup was showing. So soon enough, the lot of us are skedaddling over to another pub to take photos of the Champions League Trophy. Turns out these guys work for Heineken, which is a sponsor of the UEFA champions league, and also meant free beer for us as well.

Does anyone else see the irony of how I always end up with free alcohol except I don’t really drink?

I took a photo of this building when I first moved to New York. I thought it was very different and unique, and I really liked it.

Just tonight did I realize I live on the same street as this building, in fact, I live quite close by. This is what happens when you finally look up at what’s in front of you.

Since I don’t have work today, I thought I’d share some gems from my coworkers. Since I’m the baby they tell me such wonderful things that just make me laugh:

1: Angie, your face looks fat.
1: I mean it looks good. You’re so skinny normally. Must be all that food you ate yesterday.

2: Your shirt is wrinkled.

3: Angie I found a doctor for you!

4: You need to date a lawyer. Get some lawyers to take you to some nice places and pay for your dinner.

5: There’s something wrong with you. I haven’t figured it out, but I’ll let you know.

On my way back from the airport this winter break, the driver started telling me his life love story. There was only one person he ever loved. One girl, who who was just beautiful “like the moon, you know” he said. He fell in love with her at age 18 after two months, where she confessed “she loved me too much.” And then she was engaged to another guy (I think arranged) so it could never be. And then she was a different religion and culture, and that many years ago it could never be. And then they both divorced and remarried independently, and the timing made it never to be. Still today, his entire family and even his third wife knows, he has only loved this girl.

I told him, but if it’s a real love I don’t think it’s ever too late. And he replied that now it was too difficult, the past is now the past.

I asked him, out of curiosity, how did you know? How from that young of an age are you certain this was the one? How could you know then you would love her even now? And he replied, “It’s a feeling. You just know.”

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Not to ruin the story, but the driver invaded personal space. I enjoy hearing stories, but even I have a limit. No touching please!