Apparently hurricane Irene is visiting on Sunday. At first I didn't take it seriously - people are sometimes excitable here. The recent tremor for instance, had us all grabbing at our facebook-enabled phones in order to be in the first wave of "OMFGeee, did you feel the earthquake? My life flashed before of my eyes for all 3 seconds!" status updates. I just ignored Irene, safe in my "if its important, then someone important will email me" philosophy. The Fulbright has emailed me. My school has not yet, though.
The highway that runs on the west of Manhattan seems to be gridlocked up here in Washington Heights. It's probably always gridlocked on a Friday afternoon, but today I squint down to see if the cars are full of children and pets and other things people take when they are running. I can't really tell. I have just finished chatting to a friend who told me that they are saying that we may have power-cuts (horrible) and that these would entail internet-cuts (super horrible) for days. Water may also be disrupted.
I have resolved to go hurricane-shopping with my bff Pedro. We are going to try and get tasteful flashlights, candles, canned food, water and duct tape for my windows at Target (I hope they still have stock!). After that I am going to see if any of the first-year boys who have moved in to my residence need extra reassurance in the form of caresses and hugs. In the words of Gaga, "love thy neighbour".
UPDATE: When I met up with Pedro to go Hurricane shopping, he said: "Hurricane? I thought you said Heineken..." awkward.
The spoils of our hurricane conquest were toilet paper, water, and really tasty frozen french loaves which you pop into the oven for a few minutes for fresh boulangerie-like deliciousness and a crisp crust.
I will try again tomorrow.
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