hurricane?

So, apparently there is going to be a hurricane this weekend and it is ruining all of our plans.
All public transit stopped running at noon, and Clayton is over at Lauren's, and I am sitting in the livingroom in Williamsburg conversing with Kara and internetting and hoping that the rain will let up a teeny tiny bit so that I can bike over to Red Hook for my coveted Lobster Roll. I was hoping to go to Smorgasburg today, but due to hurricane warnings, half of everything is closed all weekend. CRY CRY CRY.

At least yesterday was beautiful. Clayton and I got up at a reasonable hour, went to Egg for breakfast, and then biked over the Williamsburg Bridge and up the Manhattan Greenway then over to Central Park. We grabbed some icecream and then sat reading in the sunshine for a few hours and it was a super lovely, lazy day. I haven't been as active as usual while we've been here, so I was really really exceedingly happy to get in a nice, long bikeride. Not to mention that in the past year, the MTA has made giant bus only lanes during rush hour, so biking around Manhattan is a BREEZE. BREEZE!!

Biked home for the early evening, and then Clayton rushed out to meet up with Lauren for some type of surprise that she had planned. I went and picked up some emergency supplies with Kara and then came home and spent the evening drinking beers on the patio and reading Sylvia Plath. Was supposed to meet up with my friend Lisa for drinks, but she went to sleep early. Then I was thinking of going to a show in the neighbourhood that an acquaintance invited me to, but instead I got sleepy and drank beers and read Sylvia Plath on the back porch.

Tonight there is a chance that we might have some folks over to hang out and drink, but there is also a chance that no one else will want to leave their snug apartments to venture across town. Also, I guess that I should go buy water soon?

That's all for now.

Oh, except that I just found out that the hurricane rains might drive thousands of sewer rats into the streets. sick.