The day after

We are watching Alien, drinking pink bubbly, and we just googled tentacle rape:

I guess this is one way to get through a hurricane.

This is Irene

The Journey

I wasn't even 20 minutes into my first movie of Irene-induced seclusion when I realized how bored I was going to be all weekend - hence my last sad face post. And BEHOLD! A solution presented itself in the guise of another slightly bored urban strandee, a certain Misses Bubbles.

After a few texts, it was decided that I was going to venture a mile to join her in her Chelsea studio. And so I turned on the dance music, put on some pants, and started packing. Into the suitcase went:

• two sets of clothes
• one liter of vodka
• one liter of soda water and 1.5 gallons of regular water
  
• 4 beers
• flashlight, candles, and matches
  
• bathroom supplies
• my Macboook Air, my iPad, my iPhone, and all associated chargers
• food stuffs (just beef jerky and granola bars)
• rain gear
• a book

I made sure my apartment was secured and ventured outside, not knowing what to expect. Actually, I was expecting an urban wasteland, buffetted by 100 mile an hour winds, with cars being flung to the side and waves flowing into the City from the Hudson. I was expecting to have to fight my way downtown, so I had put on my sexy rain boots, wrapped my valuables in a garbage bag, zipped up my raincoat and headed out. But to my surprise, while the streets were much quieter than normal, there were still a bunch of people out. The bar on my block was bumpin', the flower guy at my corner bodega was still sitting on his plastic chair waiting for someone to buy some tulips (because that's what everyone needs when there is a hurricane a'comin', and cabs were speeding down 9th avenue as they always do.

So I hailed a cab and climbed in, and 10 minutes later I was greeted with a glass of champagne, and 2 minutes after that I was in my PJs lounging on the couch with my three apple products splayed around me.

Now I know that even if the power goes out, at least I am have good company to entertain myself with through the biggest Hurricane I have ever seen (Hurricane Earl last year was soooo much worse than Irene).

So, let the party begin!

DISASTER RELIEF!

Well, I had to call in reinforcements and THANK GOD relief has arrived. Relief from boredom, that is. Irene isn't yet interesting in proportion to the magnitude of lockdown so things were getting a little dull. Luckily, P Diddy was able to swoop in with an overnight bag and provisions to help keep us both hydrated and entertained until the storm blows through.

Thank God for that. I was seriously getting nervous.

This was more fun in Montauk

Although Irene is much more worthy of having a blog.

How we prep for a hurricane in Hell's Kitchen

While a lot of the restaurants, stores, and other businesses on 9th Avenue are closed, there are still a lot of people out for brunch, walking the dog, going for a job, etc.

And Irene is still far enough away that a slightly boozy brunch was a perfect excuse to spend a few hours out of the apartment before being trapped in.

Now I just have to figure out what I can do to pass the time if the power goes out...

Rain's gone away

Looks like that was just a prelude. Anyone know what we can make out of heavy cream?