Me + Irene + Justin Bieber

First off, I hope my fellow east coasters are okay! Or, to put it another way, I hope your Hurricane Irene experience was as disappointing ho-hum as last week’s earthquake.

Hurricanes are a real thrill-a-minute, though. I mean, just look:

While vodka, bottled water, books and solitaire by candlelight may sound like a good time, last night I was actually just pretending I was watching True Blood, the VMAs and Jersey Shore on that sweet, sweet TV.

Yeah, it sucked, big, boring Gobstoppers. Here’s an actual hurricane conversation in the kitchen with my husband on Saturday night:

Me (proudly): I’ve been drinking a glass of water for every [alcoholic] beverage I’ve had tonight.

Ed: Oh yeah?

Me: Yeah. I’ve had a lot of water.

The good news is, everyone we know is all right and there’s no water in the house, the bad news is: no power since Saturday night. It’s Monday now and I’m at my parents’ house, with very little hope that my power will be restored anytime soon, given that two poles are down and no one’s working on them yet. At our house, we don’t have running water without power. Rotten food party, anyone?

Just one of the trees on one of the power lines by our house.

If I didn’t come here to my parents’ house, though, I wouldn’t have seen this on my niece and nephew’s toys:

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8 responses to “Me + Irene + Justin Bieber

  1. Vodka and solitiare is always a good time. I had my big glass of wine and my candles ready, just in case. But Irene knocked out power to everyone around us BUT us. Drank the wine anyway.

    And as for TV, you didn’t miss much. Here’s a quick wrap-up: There was blood on Jersey Shore. There was blood on True Blood. I wish there was blood at the VMA, especially if Justin Biebs was involved. That boy needs a good fight to rough him up a bit. I still think he’s a girl.

  2. That hurricane experience just screams “big budget movie.” I’d try to get a bidding war started for the rights.

    • You might be onto something. Opening shot, tree falls on power line. Then, suddenly, cut to: drunk girl playing solitaire in the dark.

      I smell a blockbuster. I want Katherine Heigl to play me. Wait, wait, never mind. I’LL play me. …And I guess Darren Criss can “play” my husband.

  3. Hope you get the power back…how are you supposed to make margaritas without a blender?

  4. By about 11 pm, I was bored out of my mind. I pulled out my daughter’s cross stitching and finished a few rows for her… mind you I taught her how to cross stitch around 8 pm.
    It was a wild party at my house too.

    • LOL! You crack me up!! I’m STILL at my parents’ house. We got word they are going to “start” working on the power lines by us tomorrow (Wed)… I hope you’re power-full by now, or very soon!

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