a peek into chic: Snowpocalypse and the Kitchen Sink Eggs

This recent cold snap has me thinking back to the "Great Snowpocalypse of 2011" where Atlanta shut down for a week due to 1.5" of snow and ice. Seriously. The kind of city embarrassment where our only 2 snow plows literally had a head on collision on a 6-lane-each-way highway and were both out of commission.

I had holed myself up at the bf's in Buckhead waiting for an impending day off work and did what Atlanta 20-somethings do best in a time of crisis: drank our faces off at the bars along Drunk Alley (Red Door, Pool Hall, etc.)

Sure enough, the next morning brought white glistening snow and no work! The streets were covered in ice, causing pile-ups and wrecks in every direction. So Buckhead buckled down. For a day. By day 2 the novelty had worn off and we got adventurous. One restaurant down the street had lights on so out we went.

More bars started to open slowly throughout the day and more people ventured out, drawn to the lights like a drunk to the bars... Exactly like that. Many of us were rocking the same outfits from 4 days earlier (slouchy boots seemed like a good idea to me at the time):

By day 5 the hangover was too much. No more cleverly named Snow Bombs and take out Dominos Pizza. We needed to dry out. So we dug in the refrigerator and pulled out everything we had.