Last night, hurricane Irene stormed, and I celebrated by drinking white russians, Netflixing, and running around in the rain like a small child. For all the hype, I'm pretty disappointed by the lack of devastation. I mean, people were evacuated! Every Trader Joe's in the city is out of stock, there's no trains running - this is some serious shit! And yet, I swear to God, we had harder rain, like, last Wednesday. Or pretty much any given weekend in April.
The most exciting part of the storm was my snazzy crocheted "Tropical Storm Trunk" (formerly
"Hurricane Hot Pants", I down-graded them with the storm.