Anyway, NEMO came to play last weekend and dumped beaucoups of snow on Manhattan and the NE. The city tends to freak out (like most cities) at the talk of snow. Not quite as much as Southerners do, but a lot. Our offices closed early Friday so that meant snow party!! The snow fell slowly at first and then picked up fast.
The girls (Marisa, Blake and I) sipped on champagne and played board games - much like we did at our Hurricane Sandy party. We ended the night with an impromptu dance party and then Bailey and I played in the snow until 1:30 a.m. There's nothing like being outside at night when the snow hushes the noisy city.
The park was beautiful and filled with sledders, cross-country skiers, tubers and snowball throwers. Also, I'm convinced that snow is like a drug for dogs. I practically had to drag Miss B out of the park after two hours of running that afternoon and she was begging to go back on Sunday.