So I drove up to Connecticut to hide out at the Gastlers.
On my way I stopped at McDonalds at one of those rest areas on the freeway. (This was on Saturday morning, the hurricane was supposed to arrive late Saturday night/Sunday morning.)
Normally these places are annoyingly packed. On Saturday it was deserted.
The Gastlers live right by Mohegan Sun, so I went there to kill some time and play poker.
Mohegan Sun is 20 times more beautiful than Foxwoods and I'm coming here from now on.
It looks like a Vegas casino!
The morning of the hurricane we got a ton of wind and water. But you couldn't really tell any of this at the Gastlers where we enjoyed home cooked delicious food, movies, reading, and several games of bananagrams.
The power was out throughout Connecticut, but their house has three generators so we barely even noticed.
Outside, things were blowing all over the place though. Mostly leaves and branches.
And a few bodies here and there, whatevs.
By the late afternoon things had settled down and we were able to go outside and survey the damage.
No major damage, I was both relieved and disappointed.
When I got home, most New Yorkers seemed irate that the media had "overhyped" the hurricane and that everyone had been over-prepared.
Only in NYC would people actually be irritated that a hurricane ended up being a relative non-event instead of leaving a trail of death and destruction in its wake.
