Saturday, August 27, 2011

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!

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