It’s funny how in my last article I talked about Hurricane Irene and how underwhelmed I was. Well, once again I was terribly underwhelmed with Hurricane—pardon me, I mean Super Storm—Sandy.
I was over prepared for something that just didn’t happen. I don’t mean to trivialize Sandy because she did do a large amount of damage. But I’m from Michigan and we don’t get hurricanes.Well, we do but it’s the reject bit of rain that heads north. So, I guess I get sloppy seconds.
My sister, roommate and I were all excited. We had never experienced a true hurricane like my Floridian suitemate who was as calm as a cucumber because this was as normal for her as a nutcracker cracking walnuts.
Look at that, two metaphors in a row, this is going to be a crazy article!
Anyway, I spent the weekend reading, writing, reading, more reading, and being excited/freaking out for the impending doom that never really came; I even charged ALL my electronics waiting for a solitary gust to knock the power out. It obviously didn’t happen.
I had a Zombie Apocalypse equivalent back-up plan because, as the weather man told me, it was going to be a doozy in Maryland. I had thought we’d all be without power for days and some Mad Max dystopian crazy would unfurl.
Just to make it clear: 1) I have a large imagination and 2) I tend to exaggerate.
I personally think the best part of the hurricane was looking for supplies. Call me crazy but it was fun.
My battery-powered candles, 24-pack of water, extra blankets and random necessities I thought I would need are all starring me down as I type.
I went with my sister to look for simple things like a radio and flashlights. Ha. It didn’t really work out.
We went everywhere searching for what you usually get during a hurricane. We went to tons of different stores: Wal-Mart, Target, CVS, EVERYWHERE! But we couldn’t find what we needed and felt discouraged. So we decided to call it a night and head back to campus with our tails between our legs.
But alas, hallelujah glory be! Our beacon of hope was a Rite-Aid in some random side street in Baltimore County. Unfortunately they didn’t have any flashlights but what they had was classier: battery-powered candles. Yeah, you read right, battery-powered candles. How awesome is that? As soon as my sister and I saw them we knew this was way better than any stupid flashlight. They don’t burn that brightly, but details shmetails. They immediately class-up my very messy and very disastrous-looking room.
With my bottled water and battery-powered candles, I’m ready for any type of apocalypse—except for a Clown Apocalypse because that’s just inconsiderate.
Anyway, I hope everyone fared well and enjoyed my weekend rambles.
