Oh The Weather Outside Is Weather

For most of us living on the East Coast, having to rearrange our lives to prepare for a severe natural disaster sounds like something only people in California have to do (sorry Cali girls, it’s true). Well wasn’t that proven so completely wrong this past week? Tuesday there was an earthquake…and now, a hurricane? I’ve never been more terrified of water than the way I am now. Hurricane Irene came and totally blew the ending to my summer. Stupid whore.

I just moved back to school so having to fear the lives of my family back at home wasn’t exactly what I had in mind the first couple of nights back. Actually having to fear anything except blacking out and forgetting where my new house is wasn’t even a consideration in my mind. Who was prepared to worry about losing power or ready to have a flooded basement in a newly furnished grownup apartment? Again, not I.

How do Divas make the best of this damn weather that can kill? Well one thing is for sure: my housemates and I did an up to par job – if I do say so myself – on keeping our alcohol supply stacked and our iPods charged. Don’t threaten me with a good time, Weather, just give me some bangin’ tunes and that So-Co lime and I’m good to go.

So we drank a few then we thought it’d be wise to try and brave it to our friend’s house during the storm…such a fail move. It started down pouring the second we locked our door. We did have the satisfying opportunity to see flailing drunk freshmen attempt to get some lovin’ because “OMG, we’re so cool for not letting the weather stop us from going out.” Haha I remember my first night at college. You fucking idiots we’re in the middle of a hurricane, and no one likes a stage five clinger doubling as a drowned rat.

But on the reals, Irene came and effed shit up. She wasn’t the nicest lady out there and she definitely didn’t slow down for anyone. If Irene were a girl in the flesh, she would knock Regina George out of Queen Bee status and be the ultimate Mean Girl.