So Hurricane Irene is imminently approaching. If only "she" had access to Facebook and Twitter and who knows what else, this blog, she'd get a really big head. It's all anyone's talking about. At first I was nervous about being home alone and having the upstairs windows blown in - they comprise of two of the four walls.....now I think it's just going to be a heavy downpour.
This by far is my favorite. Sums it up perfectly.
Where to meteorologists go for a drink? To the isobar.
Come on, Irene...
Let's drink Hurricane cocktails...
NYC evacuations and subway closures?
not really funny, but I think this is what people expect.
so true.
And how am I supposed to straighten my hair without electricity?
The language of weather forecasts is subtly shifting from "savage destruction" to "inconvenient wetness." #irene
Basically...
Hurricane Irene has an amazing publicist.
But hey, Sunday's market has been canceled and rain or no rain, hurricane or no hurricane, it means a Saturday night for me! And Juan Macclean is playing tonight at the Red Door! woo.
ps, to answer the question above.....YOU GET WET.
ps, to answer the question above.....YOU GET WET.
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