This is indeed a Thursday Thing, but given that we’re all grown-ups (kids, get off the freakin’ Internet!) and today is a Thursday, let’s just all take this for granted, shall we?
We had two snow days. And it was just fine. The first snow day, Friday, I was headed to New York and husband had to go to work, so I told the kids, “Go ahead, rot your brains out on TV and Xbox,” and everyone survived the day. The second snow day, Monday, was a false snow day. Meaning it was called, but really shouldn’t have been. But my girl and I put it to good use, delivering Girl Scout cookies to my good friend and fellow Debutante Ball author, Louise Miller. Louise is a pastry chef in a very fancy shmancy private club downtown (and I had a good laugh that a kitchen full of chefs wanted Girl Scout cookies), and my girl and her friend got a kick going to visit it.
The view from Louise’s workplace. The morning was just a dusting of snow. The afternoon, a bit more, but not enough for a snow day.
According to Louise, the girl and her friend are the only guests she’s had who have actually danced in the ballroom.
Even when you deliver cookies, a pastry chef gives you treats. These chocolate shortbread cookies were amazing.
On a snow day, the coolest place to visit? Why, the walk-in fridge of course.
The snow day became more obvious on our deserted subway ride home.
It felt like an adventure on a dreary day, and the girl was so impressed, the second she walked out of the fancy-shmancy private club, she asked, “So could I have my bat mitzvah there?”
“No,” I told her. “Completely out of the question.”
“Okay,” she said, taking it in stride. “But maybe my wedding.”
