Come On Irene

I've prepared for this storm as much as I feel is necessary (I bought a bunch of junk food and went to the liquor store, see above), and now I'm just looking forward to a Sunday Funday. The power might go out, so I've got some candles (actually, my roommate already had about 10,000 tea lights for some unknown reason), but it probably won't. Unlike me, everyone else in the city is FREAKING OUT, due in large part to the sensationalism of the news media, and I feel like I'm taking crazy pills. I went to the store just to buy orange juice (for cocktails) and Doritos (for deliciousness), and everyone there looked at me like I'm an idiot. I want to make a t-shirt that says "I have lived through 15+ hurricanes, I know what I'm doing, you assholes." Maybe I'm being a little cavalier here, but mostly I think I'm just being right. I win. I win the hurricane. Back off.
Also, a note to New Yorkers: It'll most likely be a Cat 1 by the time it gets here. The water is too cool up here to sustain a massive storm, so you can stop rehearsing for your news interview when you describe the atrocities of a storm that was basically just a windy rainstorm. This isn't Katrina, calm down.
A friend of my roommate's is having a "Come on Irene" hurricane party, which I thought was terribly clever (hence the name of this post), and now I have this damn song in my head and I think you should, too. Enjoy! Come on Eileen, Dexy's Midnight Runners.

The World's Largest Outdoor Cocktail Party

While most people in the country will spend this Friday putting the final touches on their Halloween costumes, I will be on a beach on St. Simons Island, Georgia drinking beer and generally causing a scene. It's finally that time of year once again: GEORGIA v. FLORIDA. I'm not saying this is better than Christmas, but isn't it? The Friday before the game is the one day of the year that hundreds of UGA students get together simply to celebrate being Georgia students. Well, that's not entirely true, but it's the only time we all get together on a beach. It's the World's Largest Outdoor Cocktail Party; how could that not be fun? Actually, it's "frat beach", but as I'm not going to Jacksonville, the actual home of the WLOCP, I'm just going to pretend that SSI is the Cocktail Party (honestly, it's better). Some people opt to go other places on the three day weekend that Michael F. Adams calls our "fall break," but I just can't resist the idea of drinking beer on the beach with 5000 of my closest friends. Who cares that our football team is not exactly top notch? I'm really not going for the football (not to say that I don't love to watch the Dawgs, I just love AC more), hence the no Jacksonville. Why would I pay to ride a bus and sweat all day in the sticky Florida heat amongst thousands of jort-clad Gator fans when I could be sitting in an air-conditioned bar with fellow Bulldog fans? Honestly, the Dawgs might be able to pull out a W, but if and when they do, I'd rather be surrounded by Georgia fans; you never know if one of those swamp dwellers is carrying a rusty shank, and I personally don't want to be around to find out. So, if you're looking to have quite possibly the best weekend of your life, head down to SSI this weekend. Or you can regret it for the rest of your life; it's really up to you.