Quyn told me to write more blog posts, so Quyn, this is for you!
The talk of the city today is Hurricane Sandy, as you can imagine. Many are comparing it to Irene last year, which hit before I got here, and say the concern is too much. I’m hoping for the best, but I did go out for provisions.
I ran into the small market across the street and selected bananas, apples, a can of lentil soup and a small container of chocolate milk. Then I headed over to the bank. I remember an old roommate telling me in a disaster, the real currency is cigarettes, but I decided cash would have to do, and I needed cash for tips for my movers anyway, so no harm. On the way, I saw a church fundraiser apple sale. They had bags of apples, baked goods and cider. I bought a doughnut and small cider.
All set for the storm!
I came home and my roommate and I filled a bowl and pitcher of water, just in case. He headed out to brunch and I sat around bored for a while, then decided to go for a walk. Here’s what I saw:
The storm isn’t going to stop this celebration blocking 8th Avenue. It smelled of Catholicism to me.
No need to panic everyone, the wafelers were still serving wafels & dinges at Columbus Circle. The wind picked up as I walked into Central Park. It was a gorgeous fall day in the park with a good number of people out enjoying the colors and mild temps.
Around 5 p.m., city employees started barking at us to get out of the park because it was closed. I made my way out and walked down the gorgeous Central Park West. A chai latte sounded good, so I peeked into three Starbucks. All had closed early. Begin panic.
Although Amy’s Bakery was boarded up, it was still open with a line out front. Awesome! If you’re wondering if I stopped in for a cupcake, you don’t know me very well.
The G-Men were completely unfazed by the whole storm thing.
Emergency cupcake time!