It was all overcast and humid all day, and then, around 5:30, things got weird. It got dark. Fast. And then, the rain started. It was immediate, and torrential. It came down in sheets, and was blown sideways down the street. As I ran through my apartment closing my windows, I could hear people yelling and swearing on the street. The sky had turned green. Very ominous.
I ran into the hallway to make sure my landlord was okay, and our upstairs neighbors came down, and the skylight started leaking, and it was PANDEMONIUM.
I checked the weather and there was a tornado watch in Park Slope. PARK SLOPE. The warning lasted until 6:00 pm, and it was about 5:55, and I had movie plans, so...
And as I walked to the subway, I saw this madness on the streets of Park Slope.
This is 4th Ave. The heavy metal trash cans and other apartment debris were mostly cleared from the street, but, no one had moved these giant branches. Cars were just going around them.
This is 8th Street. It was impassable. People were just milling around, looking surprised and confused.
I took the subway two stops down, and things were totally untouched. Trash in cans, branches on trees. It was...weird. Weather is weird.
I saw It's Kind of a Funny Story, and stayed for the Q&A afterward with the writers/directors. The movie was a gem. A GEM. It takes place in Brooklyn, which always seems a little incestuous, but, really, I love it. The movie opens in October, see it.
UPDATE: It's the next morning, and I just went running through Park Slope. 6th Ave is a disaster. There's yellow caution tape everywhere, and I heard sirens the entire time. A helicopter has been circling above Park Slope all morning. Prospect Park is MAYHEM. Giant, mature trees are UPROOTED. I saw a tree split in half. IN HALF. The front window of Brooklyn Industries was broken out. Branches are everywhere. People are just wandering around with their cameras, looking intimidated. I've never seen anything like this.