Apparently, natural disasters sound a lot scarier from overseas than they do when you are actually in the midst of them. While in Argentina (I'm still stuck here), New York fell victim to Hurricane Irene (hardly late-breaking news, I know) leaving Mike and Mazzy to fend for themselves in downtown Manhattan.
This put me in the tough position of having to trust my husband and his "laissez-faire hurricane-preparedness-attitude" over Mayor Bloomberg and his "doomsday-esque NYC Mayors Office twitter feed".
Phone Conversation I Had With Mike On Saturday:
(day before hurricane was scheduled to hit)
ME: WHERE ARE YOU GOING TO GO???
ME: When you evacuate for the hurricane.
MIKE: We're not evacuating.
ME: But you're in an evacuation zone.
MIKE: No. We are in ZONE 3 which is not an evacuation zone.
ME: Shouldn't you err on the side of caution?
ME: You don't know that. You have to be prepared for the worst.
MIKE: We're prepared. Don't worry.
ME: Did you tape the windows?
MIKE: I don't think that's necessary.
ME: Everyone is taping windows.
ME: Bloomingdales boarded up all their windows.
ME: I heard that people above the 10th floor should find shelter lower because it's more likely their windows will get knocked out by flying debris.
ME: Can you at least stay in Mazzy's room where there are the least amount of windows?
ME: I might not be able to talk to you for awhile.
MIKE: Why? Where are you going?
ME: No. I mean— if you lose power and then your cell phone battery runs out, I probably won't be in contact with you for a few days.
ME: I'm not reading media hype. I'm listening to Mayor Bloomberg.
MIKE: What are you— following Bloomberg on TWITTER? (said with heavy dose of disdain)
ME: Promise you'll stay indoors.
MIKE: Bloomberg is just covering his ass.
MIKE: I'll stay indoors.
Phone Conversation With Mike On Sunday Morning:
(after hurricane hit)
ME: ARE YOU GUYS OKAY?
ME: Where are you?
ME: What do you mean, you're OUTSIDE?!
MIKE: We're fine. It's over. Everyone is outside. It's not even raining.
ME: Is the power out?
ME: Did anything get destroyed?
MIKE: There's a tree that fell down in front of the Italian place. It's like a glorified branch. A foot in diameter at most.
ME: That's it?
MIKE: No. You wanna know something horrible?
MIKE: It's Sunday and the bagel place is closed.
(Glad it's Monday and everyone seems to be alive in New York.)
Due to the hurricane and an internet outage in my hotel room yesterday, the results of the Baby Celebrity Lookalikes Contest will be announced on Friday instead of today. The winner of the Vonage Time to Call iPad Giveaway will be announced tomorrow.