I know all the panicky preparedess is a result of that storm last December that paralyzed the entire city. It took James five hours to drive 12 miles. People were running out of gas on I-93, it was anarchy on the side roads, etc. But that was an anomaly, likely caused by everyone getting released from work early at the exact same time.
Still, I've totally bought into the uber-marketing of this storm. I did my pre-storm panic shop among the crazy-eyed throngs at Hannaford yesterday, navigating my shopping cart through the aisles at breakneck speed before they ran out of bread (or Pirate's Booty). I shopped liked my family was going to have to live in our basement for the next 25 years. There was even a line to get into the parking lot at the wine store. As I was walking in, a man with a shopping cart full of Bud Light cases said to me, "Watch out, it's like Pakistan in there." It was. Still, despite the pre-nuclear war vibe gripping the South Shore, I'm kind of looking forward to hunkering down today, making a roast and sipping some vino in front of the fireplace.
[Although I am very, very bitter that we had to cancel A Very Special Suppah Club in the city this evening (very bitter).]