Diva in the Snow

Tonight at work a gentleman sat down and ordered a Choppin vodka on the rocks (getoveryourselfsir). He gleamed up at me, and said that he was just so happy with life last year, that this year, instead of happiness, he wanted to focus on luck. He asked me if I thought I was lucky, and I replied no.

I just returned from a cameo on the East Coast, and my luck would send me right into the middle of a storm, but not just any storm, the worst snow storm in over a hundred years. But when life gives you lemons, you make the most diva lemonade that you can. And this I did.


My arrival:

The aftermath:

The Remedy: