One New Thing: Hurricane in New York

I went to a number of new places this week: a new restaurant, two new bars... but my most exciting experience was to finally experience a hurricane. In Florida I've lived through three "hurricanes", which didn't even compare to a mild St. Louis storm.

I tried not to get excited this time around because I had been disappointed three too many times. But I couldn't help it. The whole city was abuzz with talk of the impending doom and I began to think, now, now is finally the time. They wouldn't shut down the transit system for the first time ever if this storm didn't mean business! Right?

Wrong. As you can see from my best hurricane picture the wind velocity was... almost none existent. No howling banshee winds. No rain lashing with malicious violence against window panes.

I still decided to count my experience as one new thing: My first disappointing hurricane in New York.

-Megan Leigh

Well, I was happy that Miss Irene never showed up. I have a whole fridge full of food! It all would have gone bad if the power went out. That is my worst nightmare--something bad happening to my food. I guess it would have been fun to live by candlelight for a little while, while the wind whistled outside. But I'm a creature of routine,  so no hurricane was just fine with me.

-Kristin