Snowpocalypse, by the Numbers

Statistics from a romantic blizzard weekend.

Two Saturdays ago, my girlfriend Barbara endured a brutal 5-hour drive from southern Maryland just so we could spend the weekend together. The following weekend, meteorologists nationwide predicted a blizzard of hellish proportions would touch down. We both agreed it would be best if I were the one doing the driving this time. (Note from the eds: How quickly we forget …)

I picked her up Friday at the library where she works, just as the snow was starting to fall. Then we hunkered down and didn’t see the outside world for a while thereafter. Here’s a numerical summary of our weekend:

  • 90 minutes spent driving from my office in Baltimore to Barbara’s workplace in Prince Frederick.
  • 1 last-minute trip to a positively mobbed liquor store/supermarket.
  • 24 approximate inches of snowfall outside the house.
  • 7 hours spent shoveling snow on Saturday and Sunday.
  • 8 delicious home-cooked meals.
  • 150 degrees Fahrenheit in the den, where the wood-burning stove is located.
  • 6 movies watched (“Eegah,” “Pootie Tang,” “Forgetting Sarah Marshall,” “Blades of Glory,” “The 40-Year-Old Virgin,” “The Darjeeling Limited”)
  • 2 music games played on the Wii (The Beatles: Rock Band, Guitar Hero World Tour)
  • 750 milliliters in the bottle of Veuve Clicquot that Barbara and I split during the Super Bowl. (What, doesn’t everyone drink champagne while watching football?) (Note from the eds: Only if you’re in New Orleans!)
  • 3 wonderful evenings with my better half, during the worst Mid-Atlantic winter storm in years.
Article © 2010 by Kevin Brotzman