Anticipation is High in Calories

The worst part of this entire Irene weekend is that I've had Come on, Eileen stuck in my head for two days. I know, not as bad as flooding or evacuations, but pretty close. I mean, if the Muddy River, or whatever that standing water is called that goes through the nearby park, was on the edge of my doorstep, I wouldn't be singing this song, right?

I spent most of Saturday inside. I ran (that was the one outside thing I did), I cleaned, I did laundry, I brought the bike upstairs from the basement since everyone was talking about floods, I took photos and uploaded them to flickr, I took more photos, I Interneted, Instagramed, Twittered, and Weather Channeled constantly. Hitting refresh across multiple sites and apps took up a good portion of my Saturday, as did eating. I decided that Irene was simply a warmup for football season - practice for when we all spend at least one, if not two days on the couch eating and drinking the day away.

But by last night I had cabin fever for sure. I had a couple glasses of wine, made a super-fatty frozen pizza (in case we lost power Sunday I thought it'd be better to make it ahead of time, and have leftovers for when we hunkered down in the dark), and tried to get into Always Sunny in Philadelphia. Again. It didn't happen. It's like an edgy "Friends" with a lot more bickering, to the point where I want to turn it off at least three different times during a 22 minute episode. Kind of a let down. But the pizza was surprisingly good, with its unexpected alfredo sauce and four cheeses. Here I was thinking I just bought a spinach and mushroom store-brand pizza.

By now you're realizing that no, I was not at a hurricane (or slurricane) party.

Anyhow, I got some good shots of the clouds rolling by with the lights from Fenway shining into them. This feature may be one of the best things about my apartment. Last night's scene was extra eerie.


After waiting since Wednesday for a hurricane, today Boston wakes up to a tropical storm that brings some big gusts of wind and rain. So glad I didn't lug those gallons of water to my apartment now. I knew two small water bottles would suffice. Also, I knew the minute I wrote "big gusts of wind" in a disappointed way, a tree would come crashing through my window. Sure enough, the wind has picked up and there was a very loud bang outside.

I still woke up this morning preparing for the worst though. I made coffee and have spent the last two hours in bed, iphone plugged in and charging to my left, laptop to my right, a magazine nearby in case I get tired of the Internet and some work stuff a safe distance away at the end of the bed in case I get tired of the magazine. There's also a package of chocolate-covered Hostess Donnettes I bought at 7-11 yesterday as my "emergency preparedness" food which is quickly being devoured with the coffee.

Besides eating donuts, drinking coffee, flipping through Wired, refreshing weather.com, and writing this, I'm doing a little research into the opening act for The National when they come to Boston on Sept 9th. Can we talk about how excited I am for this show? Yo La Tengo and a band I haven't really listened to called Wye Oak both open for them. Wye Oak sounds okay - but seeing as how I have one very expensive, guaranteed seat at the Bank of America pavilion for this show, I may show up a tiny bit late. Totally splurged on this ticket and paid way more than face value but it's in row F on the leftish side of the stage. If my counting is anywhere near correct, that's six rows back from the front. I hope the horn section is on that side. Yum.

Before this post turns into a full-on love fest for this band (too late, spent the last two hours YouTubing them), I'll just post this clip from when I saw them last October at HOB Dallas. This isn't my video, but he did walk right by me. I died.

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