Come on Irene

LET'S DO THIIIIIS...

Status updates:

8/26

10:30am
Panic level 5 (of 10) and run out with Alley to buy tarps and tuna and everything for the oncoming Apocalypse at Costco and Home Depot.

11:04am
Calm Alley down from level 8 panic and bring her back to level 5.

12:30
Alley and I have beaten the crowds to everything but flashlights and feel really smart.

15:00
I adhere tarps to wall with duct tape.
15:06
Said tarps crumple off of windows at the slightest breeze.
15:07
I crumple in a similar manner.
15:09
I secure tarps with HAMMER AND NAILS!! I win.

16:00
I cook the entire contents of my freezer.
...whilst watching the "then he can borrow my slicker!" scene from the perfect "What About Bob?"

17:11
All weekend Broadway shows are cancelled. I feel like it is a snow day and dance in my kitchen alone (even though I feel terribly sad for understudy Brian Cali who was scheduled to perform all weekend).

20:00
Final show of the week commences, and due to overwhelming energy from all the events, the show is explosive with energy.

22:45
I commence drinking. Which I absolutely never do-- 2 glasses of Pinot Noir will do, across the street at The Glass House Tavern with Tyne and all; discussing poems and deciding that tomorrow we shall see the storm through together by playing Scrabble and what she referred to as "Classic Monopoly"

it is now

8/27

and at
3:00am
I get home on the world's slowest N train, having had a nice deep and meaningful with Clinton Brandhagen. 

3:04am
My head already hurts because I am such a lightweight, and I decide to eat some oatmeal, drink 2 liters of water and take Ibruprofen.
3:06am
STAR TREK IS ON. (YESSSSS...TV win!) Oh 3am Star Trek: The Next Generation, how like the TV version of a booty call you are...
3:09am
I discover that it is indeed a stupid Riker episode. Bleeeecccch. Bed.

9:00am
I awake oddly early with a mild-ish hangover
9:01am
I resolve to never drink wine and discuss poetry ever again.

10:00
it becomes clear that there will be no Scrabble with Tyne.

12:00
...because the entire MTA closes down.

12:01
I decide my activity for the day shall be coming up with a possibly viral tweet (""I'm not on Facebook" is the new "I don't own a TV.")

13:00
It begins.
13:03

...Oh wait, no. It stops. 


13:15
I consider going for a run.
13:30
I go for said run.
13:41
I hide in a doorway while it downpours
13:43
I continue said run
13:58 
Repeat


14:15-16:00
I drown myself in myopically focuses news coverage. Because that is how local news rolls.


15:00 
In despair and boredom, Morgan James and I decide to meet-- she drives to 31st Avenue to meet at Brick Café for a completely amazing hour of conversation in which she bares her heart and soul, I recite Carl Sandburg's "Little Word Little White Bird" and tell her the entire story of how my parents met. 


16;00
Morgan departs in search of rope at the 11th hour.

17:15
Sierra Boggess calls me and we kvell about our relaxation.

17:20
I commence in the reading of Russian literature.

18:00
I nap for 25 minutes.

18:45
I write for 90 minutes.

20:15
I stop because my back, neck, wrists and brain all hurt from the efforts.

20:30
I decide it is time to make stir fry.
which at
20:38
I declare, disgusting
but at
20:40
I eat it anyway...

21:00
I come to the conclusion that it is drizzling, I am bored, and have 5 gallons of water 75 batteries and 8 cans of tuna.

23:30
...Now we're talking. Wind. Rain. Irene arrives. ...LET'S DO THIS!!!

23:50
So far so good.

8/28

00:20
The only way forward is to get by the same way I got by leaving LA in 1993-- by watching Fractured Fairytales in my closet.
 
1:00am I am also enjoying clips of classic Sesame Street. I have now counted to 20 with Madeleine Khan, and to 10 with Elmo, Grover, Bert, a kid named "John John" & James Earl Jones (who loved 7...so much).

1:38
I fill the bathtub and 8 gazillion pots with water.


2:00
I get sad and lonely.

2:03
I collapse in bed covered in a tarp....just in case... (True story)

11:00
I awake and it is over. Like for real over. What was all that fuss about?

11:10
I asses the damage. I am actually quite glad I tarp-ed my windows because there is some water damage and the sills are soaking wet. Yay preparation!

12:30
I prepare brunch for myself using some of the water from the tub.

13:14
Tyne calls me to check in. "That was it? What a non-event. Let's do the matinee." We decide to check in in 4 hours for possible Scrabble.

[This message has been brought to you by the letter I. For Irene. Duh.]