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!
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