Oh Please Say You Won't Stay, Oh Sandy

She's here. Hurricane Sandy is here to help sell flashlights and destroy homes. And she's all done helping to sell flashlights. Some descriptions of Sandy I've heard and/or made up:

"Storm of the Century"
"The Perfect Storm"
"Bodhi's Dream Girl"
"The Reckoning Thanks To Here Comes Honey Boo Boo"
"Ace Hardware's Economic Stimulus Package"

East Coasters have been advised to either prepare or to evacuate. Mayor Bloomberg has been urging NYCers to stock up on supplies.

My supply list:

  • Water
  • Flashlight
  • Batteries
  • Reading light
  • Whiskey
  • Fig Newtons
  • A Snuggie fort (filled with more Fig Newtons)
"Perfect date night list!"

I feel so awful for those with the same names as hurricanes. If Hurricane Sandy destroyed your home, could you ever date someone named Sandy while knowing how destructive and devastating a storm with the same name was? You'd have to have a pretty wicked Bad Boy Complex that rivals some girls from my high school.

Back to more pressing matters. Mass transit is closed. Schools are closed. Offices are closed. Employees are encouraged to be safe and to work from home (WFH). But when I was told I should WFH, I took it as "Watch F***ing Homeland". Question - why does Nicholas Brody's wife called him Brody? That's her last name too. 

Jokes aside, everyone should stay safe. Whether it's evacuating your area or just staying inside, please do it. 

People tend to complain that the media scare-mongers with these types of storms, but I'm fine with that in these situations. It's better to be over-prepared than under-prepared. I'd rather throw a Water, Whiskey, and Fig Newton Party with my extra supplies if the storm doesn't occur than be stuck in my apartment with nothing to live on if the storm does occur.

With a storm radius of 500 miles, there's no telling exactly what to expect. Luckily, my social life isn't really affected. Storm or no storm, you can rest assured that I will be inside my 3rd floor apartment, reading, and killing off a couple a sleeve of Fig Newtons.

Please be safe.

Blowin' in the wind,