The last time my city was threatened with a hurricane was Baltimore in 2003. I had just started my freshman year, and Isabel decided to parade right on through, completely uninvited.
We were warned for days in advance and classes were preemptively canceled so that we could all be safe and sound.
And by “safe and sound,” I’m sure the university also meant, “throwing hurricane-themed parties.”
Personally, I ended up playing beirut for about three days straight and sitting on the Ex’s rooftop watching the so-called storm hit.
Bottom line: aside from some light rain and very minor winds, Isabel wasn’t all that intimidating, and made Hopkins look foolish for canceling classes over almost nothing.
I have a feeling that Irene is going to take a slightly different approach.
She’s already got DC canceling events left and right, and more than a few weekend plans have been changed (my own included).
She’s got Pepco warning residents about power outages and when we get to the Teeter tonight, I’m sure that they’ll be low on bottled water, flashlights, and batteries. Also Irene’s doing.
Sounds like someone’s on a power trip.
But, just in case she decides to make good on her destructive promises, I’ll be hunkered down in my hopefully fairly safe apartment and eating everything that could possible go bad if we lose power.
And wondering if the Chinese place nearby delivers in hurricanes. For a really good tip? It’s worth a shot.
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