Back on the Blogwagon

Ok, I guess I should jump back into the blogosphere after a long time away. As some of you know, I've been busy at a new job, tutoring in the evenings, and enjoying time with family and friends over the holidays. I have wanted to write a post about a dozen times, but in an effort not to endanger said new job, I've censored myself. Now that I'm back in the town where I mostly grew up, I'm again bestowed with some ideas that I don't have to censor.

It's cold here in Minnesota. And everyone kind of looks the same. I forgot how white everyone is, how bearded, how fat. In Vegas we have many months of sun, which motivate at least the younger people to look their best. Here, everyone holes up in the winter. Aside from my close friends and family, to be honest, people look like shit.

I'm serious. Everyone stays at home, only to venture out of the house to bar hop or buy aspirin. And even at the bars, people keep their coats on. In Vegas, even when it's chilly, you sacrifice your comfort to show off your amazing clothes, skin, hair. Here, you can literally go through life in a duck-down parka, suspenders, and a scarf.

And it's not entirely their fault either. I mean, how are you supposed to stay in shape here? Snowdrift diving? And what are you supposed to do, spray tan ten months out of the year? But seriously, people. Have a little self-respect. Brush your neck hair once in a while. Make this Las Vegan's trip home a little less depressing.

Desert Smesert

It's really fricking cold all of a sudden. For a few weeks there, Vegas really had me fooled. I thought we might have another mild winter. But, no. It's freezing.

A lot of people think it's got to be sunny here all the time, like we're in Florida or something. But we're not. I mean, it's not cold like other places are cold, but it snows. Tourists think they can wear pasties in the winter. Actually, when is a good time/place to wear pasties?

And now I'm sensitized to cold. The October after I moved here, I remember sitting on a restaurant patio under a heat lamp and marveling at how cold it was. When we looked at the thermometer, it read 62 degrees. I had officially become weak.

I'll never live somewhere with four seasons again. I don't like having to run from location to location with my nose frozen shut. I don't miss driving on ice or snow on my birthday anymore. The only real con to the weather here is a shortened scarf season. That's about where it ends. And no skiing. Other than that, I've learned to love the dry heat and almost passing out while sitting by the pool.