“Everyone knows it’s windy! My celebration of Sandy is mostly on the practical side, with the addition of some entertainment by way of The Association’s fitting 1967 hit “Windy” on a constant YouTube rotation. After my weekend at home in Boston, my mother stocked up my rolly suitcase with two types of batteries and a tiny flashlight, which I may have already misplaced in my haphazard unpacking (and don’t worry, the L train definitely stopped running last night before I made it back to BK).
My favorite hurricane accessory thus far? Without a doubt, an old turquoise hand towel splattered with fake blood that my roommate artfully MacGyvered into a Sandy shield of sorts, patching up my bedroom window which I’ve just today learnt may be permanently agape. Next would be my cozy thick American Apparel knee socks. Post workday, I plan to immerse myself in Season 2 Disc 3 of Sex and the City with hopes of better understanding the mysterious men of Manhattan via Carrie and co. Then I’ll snug with my gerbs. Cheers, Sandy!”