Boys Are Stupid, Throw Snowballs at Them

So, I'm on vacation in New York (obviously) where I am stranded by the snow in the Heights, which would be fine except I am pretty much out of clothing and need to get home to pack and return to the city before I trek below the Mason Dixie Line to visit friends in D.C. and Baltimore. Snow? Not so awesome. Though I did have an awesome day of Billy-building (or watching others build Billy, as the case may be) and Trivial Pursuit.

Anyhow, I will leave you with three boys are stupid moments before I get back to vacationing. And by that I mean sleeping as much as possible:

• Words that you never, ever want to hear from a guy you are only sort of friendly with: "So, I want to know why you're not dating my roommate." Followed by: "I realized you could have thought I was going to ask you out, but ... I wasn't ... not that you're not ... hahaha."
  

• Something you should never, ever do in a blizzard: Plan an outdoor date. Because you know what? Four-inch heels (even in boot form) and makeup (even if advertised as waterproof) and hair (that was meticulously done and looked awesome) should not be exposed to a blizzard for prolonged periods of time. Even if there is sesame chicken at the end.

• Something else you should never, ever attempt to do in a blizzard: barbecue, which was my brother's plan. Two and half hours and no edible food later, he called it quits.