A Very Scary Weekend

A Very Scary Weekend

Between Halloween and an exciting visit from Hurricane Sandy, this past weekend was a little scarier than I’d bargained for. While Friday and Saturday were spent out with fellow ghouls and goblins, Monday and Tuesday were spent with zombies; sweat-pant wearing, movie watching, sleepy eyed zombies. Trapped in the Washington Center’s Residential Academic Facility (the RAF) during the worst of the storm, there was little to do aside from finish up homework assignments, play board games, watch the news, and wait. In the meantime, the East Coast was experiencing a terrifically bad hit from Sandy. I was feverishly checking in on my continuously charging phone with family and friends from New Jersey, New York, and Connecticut. Washington D.C. made it through, not without a scratch, but pretty close. My thoughts are with everyone impacted by this disaster and everyone in the Washington Center far from home and worried.

My weekend began Friday at 5:00 p.m. when I checked my phone after work to see several University of New Hampshire Emergency text alerts: curtailed operations Monday and Tuesday…lucky ducks. I pretty much forgot about it and began considering, instead, what I would wear that night. Friday night I attended an interactive screening of the Rocky Horror Picture Show at E Street Cinema. Getting ready for the midnight showing was a blast with teasing hair and deep red lipstick for everyone. At the theater, we purchased goody bags for $1 with instructions and everything we would need to wear, throw, and shout at Frank-n-Furter, Janet, and Brad. The yelling, dancing, and tossing of rice and cards made this time the only time that I've ever actually enjoyed this movie. If you've never seen it before, I would highly recommend watching it before going to a participatory showing, that is for sure.




Saturday night was a little more gruesome at Zombie Fest at the Half Street Fairgrounds over near the National’s Ballpark. People were downright disgusting with fake guts falling out of their shirts and undertones of blue and grey on their skin. Some of the costumes had me literally running for cover because they were just so startling and a little too convincing! Overall it was a blast and it was certainly the biggest zombie dance party I’d ever attended!


Sunday served for many as recovery day. I myself needed a little more recovery than Gatorade could fix after being so freaked out the night before with the living dead of D.C. I visited the National Portrait Gallery and Smithsonian American Art Museum where I strolled the Hall of Presidents and paid a visit to one of my favorite artists, Thomas Moran, whose masterpieces you can check out here.  On my way back from the museum, I scurried over to Harris Teeter to get some provisions before the storm.  I certainly wasn't the only one with that plan as I threw elbows to secure some Pop-Tarts and to get a place in the checkout line. Bottled water was sold out and the bread rack was unspeakably low, but I managed to get what I needed.

My office called Sunday night to let me know not to come in the next day. Monday morning I woke up late to a ton of text messages from concerned friends and a missed call from my Dad. It must be bad, I thought, as I walked to my window and opened the blinds revealing a strong wind and light rain. It didn’t change much throughout the day, though D.C. did face some downed trees and minor flooding.  As the news has been reporting, we got out of it pretty unscathed here in the city. On the other hand, as we watched movies and played one epic game of Monopoly, my friends from New Jersey or with loved ones in NYC checked in at home throughout the day, rarely receiving good news.

Metrorail shut down for Monday and half of Tuesday and all government offices were closed both days in Washington D.C. Millions are without power in other states, the death toll has climbed past 75 nationwide and horrifying pictures of damage circulate over the Internet. With millions of lives changed and entire coastal towns decimated, the bus this morning was still packed. As bulldozers, search and rescuers, and civilians sift through the remains of their cities, its business as usual here in D.C. And that might be the scariest part of it all.

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