A little spooky


Irene is all the talk around town today, and I thought I would take a little extra precaution and get some water and dry snacks from the Duane Reade across the street. Apparently, many other people had the same idea, as all the gallon jugs of water were sold out, the entire shelf bare. I got a couple of smaller bottles and went to the checkout which was abnormally long for the middle of the day. Apparently the hurricane is really headed right for us, and the city is closing down the subway system tomorrow for the rest of the weekend, as well as ordering a mandatory evacuation of the low-lying areas. I myself live in at the edge of the lowest risk (but still an) evacuation zone, so it is possible (with a category 3 storm or higher) that we too will be evacuated. This all feels a little surreal, but then weather events of this magnitude are somewhat rare for New York, and I suppose it is better to be safe than sorry. My plan at this point is to have a few friends over for a hurricane slumber party and watch old episodes of  True Blood (a show I have only recently started watching), which seems somehow appropriate for the coming weather apocalypse.