Hurricane, Part 2

Well. I guess that was a hurricane.

Although "the worst is still coming", we awoke this morning (admittedly a little late) to no rain, some wind, and patches of sun, so I'm thinking this hurricane might be dunzo. Don't get me wrong- things got pretty exciting around 11 pm last night. The wind was howling, there were actual sheets of water falling from the sky, and the river was raging. I definitely didn't want to go outside, so I'm going to say that was probably the hurricane, and I liked it. Good entertainment. I feel kind of bad for the trees though- they've been dropping it like it's hot ALL night and they have GOT to be tired of this dance party. They probably just really want to lie down.

But, even though the news people are probably sad that they're going to have to talk about something else soon- you know, like real news- I think Irene's bark just might be worse than her bite. (Don't quote me on this- I got my meteorology degree online, so I might not be the most reliable source. Definitely check with the real experts on the NY1 channel before kayaking in the New York Harbor today.)

Now the fun really begins. All these people who have been stuck in their apartments for an entire day, most of which was spent waiting for something-ANYTHING- to happen, are now going to be stuck in their apartments for ANOTHER day. And this time probably not even the bar next door will be open. The people are going to revolt.

Well, as I type, the wind is picking up a bit, so maybe we're in for another quick round of hurricaning. Good thing, too, because we haven't even gotten the chance to enjoy our fine hurricane peanut butter, Goldfish, and applesauce feast.

This afternoon, though, the stir-crazies will be out in full force. Look out New York!

Hurricane, Part 1

Hi. So. This, apparently, is called a hurricane. I mean, the good news is that since San Francisco is a LITTLE boring compared to NYC, I decided to come to New York the exact week it decided to have an earthquake AND a hurricane!

And so, here we are.

So far, this hurricane is a huge bust. Although the city is in a tizzy, Mother Nature is pretty relaxed about the whole situation. Aside from the two or three raindrops I've seen today, not much is happening and I'm starting to think it's possible that the weathermen, the drugstores, the liquor stores, the bars, and the drugstores conspired to make this whole thing up to generate some profit. And panic. And it's working.

Without Eric here to prepare us for the impending catastrophe, Paul and I were on our own to get ready for lockdown. While Paul went to the library to check out 44 recordings of La Traviata, I visited every store in the Upper West Side to buy our essentials: Goldfish crackers, applesauce, cherry tomatoes, baby carrots, peanut butter, and applesauce. Oh, AND $35 worth of candles because there are no more flashlights in Manhattan. Yes, I think we're ready, don't you? (And, no, I did not take time to consider whether I might actually want to eat these provisions. Luckily, Paul is stocked up on popcorn chicken, frozen dumplings, and 8 boxes of pasta and sauce. And lots of wine. Really old wine.)

Since the entire city is now shut down and armored vehicles are guarding the tunnels and bridges, the staff of pretty much every store and restaurant decided to take a Hurricane Day along with everyone else on the East Coast. But, the lovely bar next door to Paul's house made the BETTER decision and hosted a Hurricane Frat Party instead.

And by some miracle, my dad made it here too, so now the three of us are shut into Paul's apartment with our delicious grenadine-filled Hurricanes that we took to-go from the bar (who's going to stop us? The police are clearly busy dealing with the mayhem that ensues when an entire city has been preparing for a hurricane for 24 hours and is now waiting. And waiting. With nothing to do and, literally, nowhere to go.)

And now we wait- Cheers!