Day 1. Although there is still some feeling in my extremities, it is mostly the mild pain of succoming to frostbite. I chose not to wear my rubbers on this first trek, and it was probably a mistake. My fleece I also left in the hotel room, although the cardigan I have with me does a surprising job of keeping the heat trapped against my body. I wonder if I could actually go diving with this thing on.
To make it clear, I and my fellow coworkers have been taken to NYC for a belated holiday gift by our boss. NYC is recovering nicely, but slowly, from a recent record setting downfall of snow, their 3rd in this still early stage of winter. It is clear from the defiant looks of the locals that they intend for this one not to interfere with their commuting in the slightest. They do mostly all, however, have the gear necessary to survive should something like a freak steady stream of traffic keep them coralled on an icy corner longer than they had planned. I need to prepare better next time.
Even now I can feel my fingers slowly awakening to the warmth of the hotel lobby. I have brought my scarf with me, as another adventure awaits. I am told that there is a beer seller somewhere near. I have business there. A most pressing business. And nothing, not the cold nor the lack of proper garmenting, nor even the dread stowaway of logic which at odd times interrupts my baser forays shall prevent this business from being transacted.
Hopefully, next time, this will be brought to you under the influence of something.
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