Fucking cold.

Pipes burst, icicles hanging from studs, there were a few rooms with 1-inch solid ice coating the floor...it was interesting to see little tek-screws and strips of 20-guage metal backing suspended there. It was miserable. No one hardly talked to one another, and no one could feel their bodies. We all just shuffled around, hating existance. I even got frostbite in my toes. I swear, if ever there is a reason to blow $100 on anything Carhartt, it's for quilted bibs. I'm not going to hurt like this next winter.

I did find, however, that the McDonald's at the Palms food court sells tea for a dollar. A cup of hot water and a tea-bag. It's gloriously blissful, that 25 minutes in the heated sportsbook, sipping on cheap tea. I don't even care, it could be ground up leaves from someone's front yard, if it's hot, I'll take it.

I've never been so cold in my life. I can't even explain it. Yeah, I have people telling me that I don't know what cold is, since I live in a desert. But think about this: firstly, I was out in it all day. It's a cumulative cold. Secondly, the travellers here from colder states tell me there are heat tents set up onsite to help deal with extreme cold and frostbite. They say even they haven't ever worked in such cold conditions. At least at home, they have heat tents.