The Distillery District was done up BEAUTIFULLY last night except that it was really way too cold to fully enjoy all the goodness at the Christmas Market. My fingers fell off every five minutes of exposure to the cold. It got to the point where I couldn’t even feel my finger press the button on my camera; I could only tell that a photo had been taken when I heard the shutter click. And then excruciating pain would follow shortly after. I need a good pair of gloves that fight the cold but don’t interfere with the mobility of my fingers.
This is SCROOGE and I met him last night. If you know me, you’d also know that I don’t know some of the most common knowledge in this world… like Scrooge. My boyfriend had to tell me the story of Scrooge from Charles Dickens’ A Christmas Carol for the first time last night. :)
