I got stranded at my Hotel in downtown Boston from Saturday night until I left this morning due to the T being closed. Granted, I was only working for 22 of the 32 hours I was there (They let me sleep awhile!), but being at work for a day & a half away from the fiance whom spent the hurricane on the Cape sucked Gbaji-balls.
However, when I got off work around 11:30am, during the height of the storm, I ventured out for lunch. It was pretty wild out there, especially in the "wind tunnel" by the Hancock Tower. See, it's always windy there. Like, clear skies & a slight breeze until you walk around a corner & get hit with 35mph winds windy. Yesterday, those wind gusts were topping 70mph, so of course scooterdude
was out there being his crazy self.
Since I was the bartender at Rattlesnake's first hurricane buddy, I gots a free beer. After a yummy prime rib po' boy (with au jos) & a couple of stella's, I braved the wind again (most of the rain came before the wind), went back to the hotel & tried to sleep before going back to work again for the overnight.
I was only about half successful with the sleeping, unfortunately.
"The Rich are there to take all of the money & pay none of the taxes, the middle class is there to do all the work and pay all the taxes, and the poor are there to scare the crap out of the middle class." -George Carlin