My roommate, Megan, and I headed out to walk around in the storm's wake.
There was not much to see, to be honest.
There was lots of trash on the street, but wait, there is always trash on the street.
There were broken windows in the bar on the corner. Irene? No, those were shattered two weeks ago.
We walked across the Williamsburg Bridge. Lots of people were out and about, enjoying the breezy weather and the feeling of a world put on pause.
Megan was busy being a cool artist and taking pictures of beautiful and interesting things. I took pictures of tourists in ponchos.
|Storm's over, guys.|
We talked around Williamsburg for a while, being careful to not take too many turns to we didn't get lost. There was a surprising amount of places open, some open even while their windows were boarded up. When there are no subways to take, no jobs to go into, and no storm to hide from, going out drinking and dining is a solid option for many.
|Still-life, I call it "Fruit and Rainboot."|
|Oh hello, your highness.|
Will the subways run before the Monday morning rush?
Will the storm's damage be the worst in the arena of national debt?
And most importantly, will Starbucks be open tomorrow?
Only time will tell. In the mean time, I'll be in my apartment playing drinking games with all the water in our emergency storm stockpile.