Well... that was Irene then, huh?
8/29/11 // 01:29 am
So, Irene. My apartment's in an evacuation zone--my roommate and I only would have been evacuated if a category 3 hit just south of NYC, so we didn't leave, but we got well prepared beforehand. Went on a grocery run on Friday. Filled every container (and the bathtub) with water. The super came in and taped the back windows. Moved the furniture away from the windows in the event of a glass-splosion. Frequently checked weather reports and left all charge-able electronic devices plugged in to maintain maximum charge. Responded to increasingly anxious calls and texts from Mom. On Saturday there was a little bit of rain and some thunder; I went to sleep at 11:45ish, expecting to be woken up by the hurricane at some point in the next few hours.
I woke up Sunday morning at 9:30ish after a very restful night of sleep, thinking I'd missed the hurricane.
I don't think my neighborhood got hit, like... at all? Which is great--I know people lost power and had their homes flooded and, y'know, died. Still weird, though. I expected to come out of my apartment today and see flooded streets, tree limbs through buildings, a population thrust into full-on Lord of the Flies-type madness, but nope. When I went out earlier it was windy and there was a downed tree limb. I don't think it even rained much here (though I gather it did in other parts of the city, and much more in my home state of NC).
So, just a boring weekend stuck in the apartment. I think I got my roommate hooked on Misfits, though.