Yesterday, I decided to take you seriously after my Mother called multiple times freaking out. The final straw being, the text she sent telling me to fill my bath tub up with water.
After work, I went to Duane Reade. Luckily, I made it before the storm. No, not you, the storm of people that has now taken over every single grocery store, pharmacy and bodega in the five boroughs. I'm talking lines up and down each and every aisle and out the door. I am now $120 poorer yet, my tummy will be $120 richer. Hopefully, that is if you really hit... If you don't I don't know what I will do with $80 worth of boxed carbs and sugar I DON'T eat.
The closer you get, the less intense you get. Instead of splurging on an amazing deal to get a Brazilian Blowout, I bought supplies because of you. Please don't let that $80 spent on non-perishables go to waste.
Let me tell you this, there is a lot of excitement in the air. This could be fun, to an extent. But, you better bring it. I've spent the money, and I've taken all of the precautions. I even bought two books, Chelsea Handler's entertaining reads. If we don't at least lose electricity, I'm going be a little disappointed in you.
Let's keep it safe, yet exciting. If we miss work on Monday, that wouldn't be bad either.
Everyone keep safe and locate your closest evacuation center, which will have electricity.
Until after Hurricane Irene...