Snow Day!

January is usually the month that flies by as you get adjusted to life resuming normalcy after the holidays.  Its a blip on the winter radar - a month less appreciated and less celebrated albeit the occasional birthday.  Clearly, January is getting pissed off about being second best to February (Valentines Day!), March (Spring!) and all of the other noteworthy months in the calendar year.  So, January has decided to show us whose boss by setting the record this year as the snowiest month in New York history, beating out the apparently very snowy year of 1925.  Since the Ford Model T most likely did not have snow tires, I'm sure it was an entirely different type of struggle, but these three and a half weeks have been like the Lord of the Flies of public transportation.  While the children of the Tri-State area have been whooping it up on snow days, we have been fighting subway delays, barely escaping hand to hand combat over lone cabs, and trudging through the slush in our ten pound galoshes that could throw your back out with one leg cross.  And while the first flake may have been cute, I am just about ready to slap the next snowflake I see in the face. 

In an effort to ease apparent tensions and escape house arrest, my girlfriends and I decided to treat ourselves to a spa day.  This is the adult version of a snow day and we quickly rationalized that we very much deserved it.  It might not be as exhilarating as watching the news and seeing your schools name flash across the screen as cancelled, but its the next best thing!

(P.S. - at the Setai Club & Spa downtown for the price of a massage you can stay all afternoon and steam, sauna, hot tub, and enjoy tea and unlimited champagne in the lounge.  Steal of a deal!)