What movie, you ask? Ah... I'll backtrack, then.
We (Keltie and I) rented movies on my birthday (Matilda, Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves, and Cutthroat Island). They were due back today. Er; last night. Due to the fact that the grocery store is along the same route, Carolyn came with us to return the movies - we'd planned to go to the store on the way back. Two birds with one stone, and all that.
Except... it was (is) absolutely *horrible* outside. Really, really strong driving winds, snow so dense that one has trouble seeing due to the tiny ice crystals being driven into one's eyes. Weird thing was, it wasn't even all that *cold*... just miserable, and since snow kept melting down the back of my coat and on the cuffs of my jeans, I got just soggy enough to freeze every time the wind picked up.
Through some strange (and evil) twist of town design, the video store is right across the street from the movie theatre.
The movie theatre was playing Vanilla Sky.
I imagine you can fill in the following blank.
We had only intended be gone a half-hour or so... we ended up being gone almost four. Heh. No time-management skills, that's us.
When we got out of the theatre, at around ten, (The movie was good, by the way... a little confusing in places, though I won't give away the plot except to say that it was a rather strange mix of The Matrix and... A.I., actually. Weird.) there was a foot and a half of snow on the ground, and it was still coming down. The temperature had also dropped by about five degrees.
I just want it to be noted at this point: In Vancouver today, the high was seven. The low was four. FOUR. Here, it was -9/-13. I wanna go home. :(
We did make it to the grocery store (How, I'll never know. The roads were so thick with snow that the one car visible was going about ten kph, and it took us ten minutes to walk one block and a parking lot. It was eerie... and mostly deserted. Shiver, I say.) eventually, got stuff. Notably soup. Mmm, soup.
About an hour later, however, when I tried to take a shower, I discovered that the water pressure was essentially non-existent. I was informed by my RA that the pipes were frozen. Must have been colder than I thought. Yuck, yuck, yuck.
And tomorrow I have... *counts* ...five straight hours of class, in a building with no central heating. I repeat: yuck.
Oh, take me to a land with above-zero temps and reasonable business-hours...
And now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to pass out from cold and hunger. I have a feeling that by spring (if spring ever comes, here) I'll have developed a serious aversion to the smell of soggy wool...