With 110.6 inches of snow on the books, Boston is the official champion of the 2015 winter season. I’m told it’s spring now—though I’m having trouble believing it for reasons that will soon become clear. But since winter 2015 is technically behind us, let’s take a look back at some of the city’s biggest plays during it’s record-shattering run, as well as my reactions…
February 2, 2015—Blizzard #2: Huh. Where’d this come from? No one said anything about a blizzard, but this is definitely worse than the one last week. Oh well, it’s still pretty cool. No way I’m walking to the office today though. Hey-o, workin’ from home.
February 8, 2015—Blizzard #3: My flight back to Boston from Dallas has been cancelled. Guess I’m going to have to weather this storm with Tex-Mex and Shiner. Next to my parents’ pool. For two days. Best blizzard ever!
February 15, 2015—Blizzard #4: Good thing it’s a Sunday? So work won’t be interrupted? And at least it looks pretty? Yup.
March 15, 2015—Record day: [early] It’s not snowing that hard. And it looks like it’s mostly rain. No way we break the record today. And to think, we came so close 🙁 [later] WE BROKE THE RECORD! WE BROKE THE RECORD! *high fives all around* 108.6 inches! We’re number one! Way to go, Boston!
March 20-21, 2015—First two days of Spring: Why in the world is it snowing? And why won’t it stop!? We already broke the record. STOP SNOWING, damn you!
April 8, 2015—First April snow: We found it. This is frozen Hell.
Don’t get me wrong: I’m happy that my first winter in Boston was the snowiest ever. I moved up here for the new experiences, and winter delivered. For instance: I didn’t know feet of snow could fall every. single. weekend and just…not melt. Ever. I didn’t know what a “snow farm” was. I never would’ve imagined that commuting on the subway would be worse than commuting on the road in the winter. (So much worse.)
Plus, now I’m a survivor. I can wear 110 inches like a badge of honor. I can rest assured knowing that I’ll never experience another winter as bad as this one. I can use a bunch of swears because tomorrow’s high is 39 and did no one tell Boston that people aren’t meant to wear mittens after March? LORD.