In my attempt to be a responsible adult, I went shopping this evening to stock up for the natural disaster that is currently spinning off the coast of North Carolina. I came home with a bevy of products.
20-pound Kettlebell
Floor Cleaner
“I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings” by Maya Angelou and “A Game of Thrones” by George R.R. Martin
Wintergreen LifeSavers
Whipped Cream Vodka and Diet Orange Soda
One Banana
Tissues
Condoms
Pretzel M&Ms
Now, let me explain to you how all of these seemingly unrelated products will help me survive Hurricane Irene.
After many hours of being locked in my apartment, I will begin to feel like a fat lump and want to do something physical. Hence the kettlebell. Kettlebell workouts burn many calories (about 20 per minute) and build muscle, so working out with this 20-pound weight for 3o minutes will make me feel much better about not leaving my apartment all day.
Following my kettlebell workout, I will be energized and keen to keep moving. So I thought that cleaning my wood floors would be a good next activity.
After doing something good for my body and my home, I’ll want to do something that’s good for my mind while enjoying a delicious (and addictive) Wintergreen LifeSaver. (Note: This is the peak of my day as a prisoner in my own home, a la Lindsay Lohan.) So I will start reading a book by one of the most influential authors of modern American literature, Maya Angelou. I will abandon this book for a guilty pleasure, a fictional story of lords, ladies, dragons and make-believe lands called “A Game of Thrones.”
At this point, reading about drinking mead and wine and feasting on pigs and stuff will make me want to fix my own snack. Here’s where the whipped cream vodka, diet orange soda and banana come into play. I will inevitably drink too many creamsicles, get rip-roaring drunk and want to have a dance party. Sure, my MacBook will spit out plenty of Britney, Queen and the Killers dance tunes, but I’m positive Adele’s “Someone Like You” will play. My manic dancing will come to a hard stop and Adele’s lyrics will resonate with my single and unlucky-in-love self; I’ll start feeling bad about myself for being alone during a hurricane. I will cry. Tissues will come in handy.
And usually what happens when I get upset about being single is that I’ll eventually pull myself together and try to find a man. So at this point in the day, the low, I’ll shove a few condoms in my pockets, mix another cocktail and wander the halls looking for the cute guy I’ve run into at the mailbox several times this past month.
When I don’t find him, or any other suitable man, I’ll shuffle back to my apartment, curl up on the couch and shove my face with M&Ms before passing out and weathering the storm in a productive way…by sleeping.