It’s official: I will lose my hurricane virginity this weekend to Irene, a Cat 3 that seems to be leaning more west than east as she had been.
I managed to avoid the storm team at work this year, so I’ll be toasting Irene with a bottle of zinfandel. By myself. The General got stuck on the storm team. I feel better being at home for this, just in case a long leaf pine decides it wants to come inside via a window for some wine. We haven’t boarded anything up – we’re 5 miles as the crow flies from the Atlantic. Last year when a storm dumped 18 inches of rain in 3 days we didn’t have a puddle on our property, so I’m hoping that was a good omen.
I need to get gas in my car. Outside of that, I got food here and a firepit out back just in case the electricity goes out.
Today has been awesome. Started the morning with surfing – epic waves from pre-Irene – and I actually left to go home because I was tired and the wax was starting to come off my board from overuse! I had this big smile on my face all morning — so stoked! I’m cleaning up a bit around here and cooking tomorrow’s dinner (as soon as I get off the computer) and then I’m heading downtown with Charlotte for sushi and then we’re meeting up with Samantha for martinis. And Cucalorus is just around the corner – heading over there to get the info on volunteering this year. Rock on!
Here I am, Irene. Rock me like a hurricane.