Tsunami

I am so glad that I was woken up at 3:30 on a Saturday to be alerted that there was a tsunami coming and expected to arrive at 11am! Upon instruction, I put together a backpack which contained the following important items...

0. Phone (in my pocke tof course!)
1. My laptop
2. My camera
3. My iPod
4, 5, 6. The chords for all of these items listed above.
7. A change of clothes
8. Bathing suit bottoms (I was supposed to do my laundry that day, so I had no clean underwear!)
9, 10, 11, 12. My wallet, S.S. card, birth certificate, passport, that fun stuff.

THEN I had the enjoyment of taking out my drawers and placing them as high as I could (a whole 2 feet on top of my bed).

After following these directions we were instructed to sit upstairs on the second floor and wait...

and wait...

and wait.

During this time I was introduced to Gossip Girl which has become my new addiction forcing me to lay in my bed, watching the seasons for hours upon end. Then, when emerging with blackened eyes and pale skin from being indoors, my hair frizzing out of a ponytail in pajamas I get looks of "Oh no... poor girl! Must be having a rough day." Nope. Just catching up on the newest trashy teen soap opera that encourages teen drinking, drugs, and causal sex. Now that's what I think of when I hear the words "Upper East Side private schools with over-privileged kids."

Back to the tsunami:

About 1:30, Nicole (my G.G. host) and i decided we'd had enough and ventured to the ground floor. What happened that day? Nothing. A 3 foot high wave hit the beach and it was over.

I napped, did my laundry, and completed a paper.

What a fantastic Saturday! The worst part...? It was a beautiful beach day!