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!
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