Was it as good for you as it was for me?
Hurricane Irene turned out not to be very impressive to those of us living over an hour west of Washington, DC. Our apartment complex's rental office had issued a sheet with some safety guidelines ("Make sure you've cleared everything off your balcony," etc.), but these turned out to be unnecessary. All we got, this close to the mountains, was rain. If there were high winds, I didn't hear them roaring by, and this flimsy building normally gets as creaky as a wooden sailing vessel when it's windy outside.
Really, Irene? After all that sexy hype, I was expecting a much better blow.
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