Won't you take me to... Quakertown?

Last weekend, a few friends and I went to a cabin outside of Quakertown, Pennsylvania for a little mid-winter getaway. Due to a few people having plans change at the last minute, we ended up with 7 girls and one guy, so it wasn't so much a co-ed weekend as a woodsy version of The Bachelor. Still, it was really fun and it's always nice to get out of the city and relax with friends.

We drove up late on Friday night and the car I was in had a few GPS issues along the way (thanks in part to a bridge across the Delaware River that was closed since it was covered in ice). At one point, we were driving along a dark and kind of creepy highway through the forest and we missed a turn-off. The GPS recalculated the route and instructed us to "turn right on Dark Hollow Road." We were not so into possibly getting murdered in the back woods of Pennsylvania (Katie actually shouted "NOPE!" at the GPS lady), so we opted to make a U-turn instead and made it to the cabin unscathed.


Anyway, I had the amazing foresight to bring my Saved By The Bell DVDs. After Megan made us some delicious pancakes (and, unfortunately, turkey bacon) on Saturday morning, we spent a few hours lying around in our pajamas and enjoying Bayside High shenanigans. The rest of the day, we alternated between watching more episodes and:



Eating lots.



Walking out to the frozen lake (and not falling in, despite my Little Women flashbacks).



Going into town for more snacks (including Girl Scout cookies, miracle of miracles).



Making ice sculptures.



Exploring.


It was fun. My friends are fun.

Frigid.

You guys, is it me or has it been January for like three months now? Maybe I'm just extra crabby because this is what I awoke to on Monday morning:

That sun seems awfully pleased with itself for something that's right next to a "-5" don't you think?

I feel like I should get an award for extricating myself from bed that day, is all I'm saying. Thankfully, it's been in the balmy 30s the rest of the week, although that came with a price: the snowiest January on record in New York City.

My street yesterday morning.

I also have become resigned to the fact that I will never in my life have a snow day. Well, at least not one that was mandated by a higher power. Growing up in California obviously didn't afford me that opportunity, and when I went to college in Utah, nobody ever seemed impressed enough by the snow to cancel classes. (The closest I came was one blizzardy day in February when I "didn't feel well" and my roommate and I skipped class and spent the whole day watching episodes of 24 in our pajamas and eating leftover Chinese food.) And now that I live in a city where the majority of people take underground transportation, there's no real excuse not to make it into work.

Most of my social life this month has consisted of friends holing up in each others' apartments to hang out and escape the cold. It's also a great excuse to watch mass amounts of TV and movies. Some of the entertainment has admittedly been a little questionable, but I'm also hooked on Downton Abbey thanks to my mom, aunt, and sisters. If you like period pieces, or British people, or Maggie Smith saying awesome things, you should probably watch the first three episodes online and then watch the season finale on Sunday. Sometimes you just have to make your own snow day, and you may as well have something good to watch.