At least that's what I am going to call what is the beginning of my night from hell. Let's recap
12:30-ish -- Snowing begins
1:00-ish -- I leave work to resume the day at home.
1:030-ish -- Some jerk cut me off so I couldn't get on the interestate to go home. I made lemons out of lemonade and told myself that the surface streets would be better on a day like today.
Traffic is crawling and the icy conditions are getting worse. Let me sum up driving conditions and the streets of Atlanta by saying that I was literally passed by a guy on skiis. You can't make this stuff up.
Now it's 6:45 and I am sitting in a Wendy's in Buckhead still not home. I am still 9 miles from home, and I am not completely convinced I am making it there tonight. According to some friends I am making here, all the rooms in the area are booked from other people frustrated and throwing in the towel for the night. I am not wanting to stay in a hotel, but I am not sure if they are going to let me stay here either.
Next step for #snowmageddon is to fine myself a bar that's still open that will serve me a nice double shot of whiskey.