Brrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!!!!!! Continued

If Friday was bone chillingly cold, I'm not sure quite how to describe Saturday.  Horrifyingly cold?  Panic inducing cold? Frighteningly cold?  You pick~ none of them really do it justice.  We really had to psych ourselves up and layer ourselves up to go to the rock gym (and before you panic, we Ubered there so it was safe.)  I kind of wanted to stay there all day because we were having a bit of heating issue in our apartment.

We had heat but it wasn't doing anything.  Our living room has a lot of windows and they all need to be replaced and we don't think our neighbors downstairs are home so they don't have the heat pumping.  At one point yesterday it was 63 degrees in the living room and our kitchen was even worse since it doesn't actually have a heating element in it.  

Denali couldn't take it anymore- he buried himself in the blanket

I hunkered down in the bedroom so I was ok but still I was at my wits end with the Polar Vortex.  The outside world was scary cold!  We had toyed around with the idea of going to Parlor Sports to watch the game but we bailed because it was too far (and by too far I mean a five minute walk.)  We ended up watching the game at our place but still very much wanted to get out of the house.

We decided to take advantage of Wits End which is literally across the street from us (and still seemed far in this weather.)  I'm glad we did!  The place was pretty full (way to go Wits End) but we were able to snag a table.  I love what they did with their cocktail menu, especially their Buffy cocktails!  I ordered the Jessica Lange bellini and JO got one of the Moscow Mules.  Our server told us that the drinks were somehow oddly connected because Lange dated a Russian ballet dancer and they didn't speak the same language but they did go to see Fiddler on the Roof together. (I can get behind a bar that plays six degrees of separation with their cocktails)  My drink came with a rock candy stirrer which I thoroughly enjoyed!

We're one day away from busting out of the Polar Vortex.  Friday is supposed to be in the 50s.  I fear the Seasonal Fashion Disorder that this will bring about.  I know I'm sick of triple pants, hats, mittens, boots, and snow pants.  I fear people might break out the tank tops and flip flops and that will probably go downhill real fast!  Although I guess I won't fault anyone because this ten day stretch of weather has been pretty trying.  It's really been a test of endurance, resourcefulness (earmuffs on the outside of the hood are key), Uber (we pumped some serious cash into their system), and clutch snow days (I feel better about going back to work now).  Maybe this is it for winter and we'll cruise straight to an early spring (but I highly doubt it.)