Friday Night at Lyon
Since I usually run about a week behind with my posts this is BH- Before Hurricane. It was Friday night and I had spent the entire afternoon buying up rations like you wouldn’t believe. Flashlights, Milk, Ramen, White Bread, 3 kinds of peanut butter and jam, four bags of chips, Vodka, Kaluha, Wine, beer; six different stores for batteries, and finally topped it all off with a whole damn pizza…just in case. When Mr. T got out of work I was exhausted and ready to just chill out but then I noticed him eyeing all the rations. Oh no Buddy…You’re not eating any of those until Irene officially hits! I had to drag him out of the house for fear of my rations being depleted. Looking back on it now I realize I had reached the brink of storm insanity. If you watched more than 3 hours of Storm Readiness coverage I’m sure you did too. However I had enough sense to get out of the house and enjoy a nice meal. Mr. T and I walked down to the West Village and the cute little French Restaurant Lyon. T...