I hate groupon. We partner with them, but it's a waste of our time and our resources. They give me a fucking headache.
Hurricane is turning into srs bzns, apparently. They're evacuating some buildings and areas in New York (mostly Staten Island, Brooklyn, Queens), and shutting down the entire MTA tomorrow.
My ex is visiting our former mutual roommate in DC. The FormerRoommate and I still keep in touch, and she just informed me that TheEx won't be able to make her flight back on time, due to the increasing severity of the weather. I'm glad I'm immature enough to find enjoyment out of her (however slight) misfortune.
My brother and his wife live in Bowie MD. I'm not sure what they're doing to prepare...I should probably call her...
Throw in a few packages of hotdogs and some water, this was my weekly rations for 3 storms. Maybe a can of baked beans too. Want to know how bad the storm is? Open your car window on the highway. Throw in some stinging rain and there ya go. Unless your home is made of thatch and twigs, you probably won't have more issues than leaky roofs. Frances shredded my roof because it was a 20 year old roof, and because the damn thing stalled over us for almost 24 hours. If you're in a flood zone, get the fuck out. If you're in a pre-fab house, get out. If you're in a trailer, get the FUCK out. You will be shredded to a pulp when those pieces of shit collapse. Flooding is what kills the majority of people. You know if your area floods or doesn't during heavy rains. So use your judgement. Otherwise my rule of thumb is to evacuate for a level 4. Those babies will start tearing shit up. This has been a public service announcement of the Drunk Broadcasting System, remember this is only a test.
7:00am: Woke up, shit, shower, shaved. 7:30am: Retied my tie for like, the eighth time. 7:32am: Fuck it, wearing a bowtie, because I'm a huge nerd. 7:43am: Driving to my lawyer's office for our mediation with the guy I'm suing. 7:52am: Instantly regret not pooping before I left the house. 9:15am: On the verge of reaching across this conference table and stabbing this fucking asshole. 10:38am: I really should have pooped before I left. 10:52am: I've got this asshole bent over a barrel, gimme all your monies! 10:53am: Big fucking stick gets thrown in my spokes. Gimme most of your monies! 10:54am: *staring at the wall, wondering what the fuck just happened* 11:30am: After pooping, I return to the room to find an offer roughly $50,000 less than what I was shooting for. 11:32am: I reject said offer on the grounds of "Shiiiiit's weak. Wiiiizeak." 11:34am: My lawyer hates me. 11:42am: I'm standing over a sink in the office kitchen eating a chicken burrito, spitting rice while telling me lawyer dick jokes. 12:03am: Parked outside of a liquor store, 103 degree heat index, suit and bowtie, trying to find my debit card between my seats. 12:08am: Bourbonized. 1:33pm: Sympathy blowjay from the girlfriend for my rough morning. 2:35pm: Drunk on bourbon/waters, eating dark chocolate almonds and talking to our cat. 2:45pm: Drunk thread.
Today I work, it became my job to move everything that could possibly blow away in the storm down to the basement (where I do 90%) of my work. It is very hard to work when you have to walk around a patio set every five minutes. I left early.
This is a kids weekend. Love those little guys, but I think I will have a few "pre-toddler landing" beers. For my nerves. You know how it is.
I'm now taking weekend drink suggestions. Parameters: not too pricy, no whiskey, preferably no tequila. Gogogo. My hurricane readiness depends on you.