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.



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?)