About this morning: The hurricanopocalypse is finally here. And this is my Irene game face. John Locke (both the philosopher and fictional character) have nothing on me. I actually did nothing to prepare for Irene, other than going out last night in full rain gear con mi amigos and creating a drink inspired by this downgraded tropical storm (blue curacao, ginger ale, Malibu, and pineapple juice- basically the alcoholic equivalent of a pixie stick). I didn’t get caught up in all the survival hype that was rampant in Center Square. My thoughts were with my friends and family who live in NYC, NJ, Long Island, and VA and have to worry about flash floods, which from prior experience of being evacuated out of my dad’s apartment and floating down Main Street Roscoe in a rowboat…isn’t fun. If the power goes out in Albany, unless you have a medical condition that requires electricity…we’re going to be fine. So Albanians, put on your rainboots and slickers and head to the Grind for a Bacon, Egg, and Cheese and some mighty fine coffee, because that’s where I’m going!
*edit: As of right now (10:29PM on 8/28), there are communities in the Capital Region that have been devastated by the flood waters. My heart goes out to them, especially the residents of Delaware County who are my neighbors from back home. It is unbelievable that Margaretville got hit again. I’ll never forget the flood of 2006 and what I learned is that material things mean nothing in this world. Your communities, your friends, and most importantly- your family will be the ones that will help you rebuild. Keep your chin up. It will get better.