Exodus
Another article about how many New Yorkers plan to flee the convention. My favorite part? The woman who would rather spend the week in Detroit. I mean…really.
I don’t spend a lot of time feeling psyched that I live so far from Manhattan, but…damn. Party at my house, yo.
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oh sars, please invite me.
my boss is taking that week off for the exact purpose of fleeing the city due to the mayhem the convention will supposedly cause. i will be left to manage the office by myself. and, really, i have no idea what to expect. i ride my bike to and from work, so i am not sure if my commute will be affected, or if avoiding the subways is a good thing.
bah! why here?! why now?! and why has the media managed again to successfully get me all worked up. damnit!
Something like 70% of people who work in Boston have fleed (um, fleed? Is that the correct tense?) this week during the DNC. It’s like a snowstorm we all over prepare for and then when it comes all you hear is a big collective “FEH”.
I will bring the chips and guacamole to Sars’s party.
Oh, the magical guacamole.
I think that if enough people clear out of town for the week, it won’t be too bad, but I’m not about to truck in on the D train and find out for myself.
Yes. MAGICAL paper plates.
(What are we talking about?)