Come On, Irene.

As any of you who live on the Northeast coast know, an unwelcomed tourist came through last weekend causing more panic and preparation than any actual damage.  While I wasn't in New York City, because I'm still living the high life in the Vineyard ;), many of my friends were updating me about the different businesses being closed, grocery stores being ransacked, and MTA's decision to shut down the subways.

Irene. For a bitch caused such a whoop-to-do about your arrival you sure didn't follow through (thank goodness).

Luckily, here in Mass. we only had a day of CRAZY winds and funny colored skies.  And luckily we survived without electricity.  A house of 10 people without properly flushing toilets can get real sketchy real fast but we had already made preparations and were ready for some smelly times- we had jugs of water, filled bathtubs to assist the toilet flushing, lots of Nutella, and several cases of beer and a jug of tequila. 

Yes, I'll admit I was the only one drunk at 2pm while eating French Toast- but the fact that we were able to have a whole day that condoned napping as much as possible and only taking breaks to eat.

Thankfully we made it through without any damage, and as far as I have heard NYC was fairly unscathed as well (minus the financial district). 

Thanks for the visit Irene.  (AND MY NEXT POST WILL ACTUALLY BE FROM NYC!)

-The C-Lister

P.S. Stay tuned for Apartment hunting follies...