• Who: James, Mary, Dan, Steve, Meredith, Justin, Danielle, Michaela and Ben
• Where: Red Ridge Lane—North Conway, NH
• What: Egg scramble, fruit salad, biscuits, [bacon], coffee, bloodies

The theme of this brunch will be climate change, or Sometimes the Snow Comes Down in June [April]. I wish I could say that this is just a clever name, or the remnants of some blurry inside joke from Friday night turned facebook album title, but no, it’s real. When we awoke on the morning of April 23rd to celebrate the birth of James Miller Nicholson (brewer, Lesbaru/former motorcycle owner, mutton chop wearer), we were confronted with something that nobody ever expected to see in New England in late-April… legitimate SNOW falling from the sky. And this on a day that had been forecast for 60 degree weather and light rain. This is not a joke, people!! CLIMATE CHANGE IS REAL!!!

Luckily, we were a resourceful bunch and were quick to come up with a backup plan for our pre-scheduled day of long wholesome hikes, followed by peep sandwiches,  bloodies, nachos, board games, trashy magazines and soaks in the hottub. Okay, I guess plan b wasn’t actually that different for the original—peep sandwiches, bloodies, nachos, board games, trashy magazines and soaks in the hottub. Who needs a long wholesome hike anyway!??!?!  SNOW DAAAYYYYYY!!!!

And the best part of the surprise vacation snow day (aside from the decrease in vegetation growth, destruction of our national infrastructure and negative effect on water quality), is that nobody has brought the right clothes. Rarely in our adult lives is it ever acceptable to remain unshowered and wear paj amas All. Day. Long. We have jobs, trips to the grocery store, errands, appointments, and general stuff that requires us to at some point bathe and put on clothes. All this goes out the window, however, on a surprise vacation snow day.  There are no activities on the surprise vacation snowday list that require pants, and frankly it would be rude to even think about putting them on. So despite everything else, I’d like to thank Al Gore for inventing both the internet and climate change, and for allowing us to live as nature intended—with dirty hair and eslatic waist pants.