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Goodnight Irene
Aug. 27th, 2011 12:46 amOMG IT'S A HURRICANE WE'S ALL GOWNA DIE!
Or not.
Everyone is running around with their ass in their hands because there's a hurricane working its way up the east coast. Granted, two seasons of Treme have probably made me a little more anxious than I need to be, especially since we rode out Hurricane Gloria in my parents' house in 1985 just fine, and she was a Cat. 4. Irene is currently clocking at Cat 2, and is diminishing, supposedly. We're due for Cat 1 here, and everyone is FREAKING THE FUCK OUT. Now, I know that we're not due for a pile of kittens, but the city weathered our last hurricane, Gloria, just fine as far as I remember, and she was at least a Cat 3.
I don't remember boarding up windows, just putting things into the garage so they wouldn't blow away. In fact, I remember watching the hurricane through the front windows of my parents' house. It was pretty cool, actually. And it gave us all something to do when the power went out. But to be fair, back in those days, the power would go out if it rained harder than a drizzle. I also spent a large amount of time playing under the dining room table, if memory serves (it was so much higher in those days, it's gotten awfully short).
Still. I'm...apprehensive. I guess I'm feeding off of it all in the air. My apartment is not in any evac zones, but the house in which my parents, sister, and her husband live in is in Zone C. We're not supposed to get any Zone C-type weather, but yeah. More fun things to be anxious about.
Today my friend Meg and I were supposed to spend the day in Coney Island and the evening at the Brooklyn Cyclones game. And maybe have a few beers at Ruby's in between. And well, we did do that. But the whole time this giant stormcloud of anxiety swirled around us. It even followed us to the game (well, the first game of a double-header, anyway). We decided to bail to plunge headfirst into the insanity of a pre-storm grocery store.
I do not use the term insanity loosely. It was nuts. What made it fun was Meg's attitude - she was like a kid on Christmas from all the crazy energy flying around. And she was in all of her glory giving advice on how to live when the power goes out (something that apparently happens frequently back at her Wisconsin homeland). It was easy to keep going with that kind of ra ra around. Plus,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
j_bkl was able to swoop in, Han Solo style, with the shopping cart. Meg and I ran to the market from the train, so I had none of my grocery gear with me. But thankfully, I had schelp help after all.
Then I came home and filled about 39240308 containers with Brita water. Now? I'm kind of too tired to see straight. I fell asleep twice while writing this.
So sleep. More if I can post it tomorrow, if not, stay safe, stay dry, keep calm and carry on. That's my plan, anyway.
Or not.
Everyone is running around with their ass in their hands because there's a hurricane working its way up the east coast. Granted, two seasons of Treme have probably made me a little more anxious than I need to be, especially since we rode out Hurricane Gloria in my parents' house in 1985 just fine, and she was a Cat. 4. Irene is currently clocking at Cat 2, and is diminishing, supposedly. We're due for Cat 1 here, and everyone is FREAKING THE FUCK OUT. Now, I know that we're not due for a pile of kittens, but the city weathered our last hurricane, Gloria, just fine as far as I remember, and she was at least a Cat 3.
I don't remember boarding up windows, just putting things into the garage so they wouldn't blow away. In fact, I remember watching the hurricane through the front windows of my parents' house. It was pretty cool, actually. And it gave us all something to do when the power went out. But to be fair, back in those days, the power would go out if it rained harder than a drizzle. I also spent a large amount of time playing under the dining room table, if memory serves (it was so much higher in those days, it's gotten awfully short).
Still. I'm...apprehensive. I guess I'm feeding off of it all in the air. My apartment is not in any evac zones, but the house in which my parents, sister, and her husband live in is in Zone C. We're not supposed to get any Zone C-type weather, but yeah. More fun things to be anxious about.
Today my friend Meg and I were supposed to spend the day in Coney Island and the evening at the Brooklyn Cyclones game. And maybe have a few beers at Ruby's in between. And well, we did do that. But the whole time this giant stormcloud of anxiety swirled around us. It even followed us to the game (well, the first game of a double-header, anyway). We decided to bail to plunge headfirst into the insanity of a pre-storm grocery store.
I do not use the term insanity loosely. It was nuts. What made it fun was Meg's attitude - she was like a kid on Christmas from all the crazy energy flying around. And she was in all of her glory giving advice on how to live when the power goes out (something that apparently happens frequently back at her Wisconsin homeland). It was easy to keep going with that kind of ra ra around. Plus,
j_bkl was able to swoop in, Han Solo style, with the shopping cart. Meg and I ran to the market from the train, so I had none of my grocery gear with me. But thankfully, I had schelp help after all. Then I came home and filled about 39240308 containers with Brita water. Now? I'm kind of too tired to see straight. I fell asleep twice while writing this.
So sleep. More if I can post it tomorrow, if not, stay safe, stay dry, keep calm and carry on. That's my plan, anyway.
