Okay, here's the thing regarding the idea that the state, city and individual citizens are overreacting to Irene:
Yeah, we are. And this is a good thing.
I grew up just between New Orleans and Baton Rouge, and lived there up until a month ago, when I relocated here. Hurricane warnings were, obviously, a much more regular thing, but they were treated with the same level of caution, overshopping, hyperforecasting, etc. as we are currently experiencing. Every time.
The thing is, we all knew in our heart of hearts that calling off school, shutting down roads, stocking up on water and canned goods, etc. was probably going to be over the top. The storm would blow over, go back out to sea, whatevs--we'd recover from our hurricane party hangovers and get on with our lives. We also knew, in our heart of hearts, that the friend who evacuated NOLA to stay with us might not have a home to go back to, or that everything that once constituted your home could possibly end in any given part of a 5 mile radius.
So with that, you have to have a certain suspension of inconvenience, laugh, and just go with it--not only for the fact that it's likely all for naught, but the fact that the laugh could be all you have coming out of this thing. (A philosophy I would myself have deemed overdramatic pre-Katrina).
Apologies for the rambling, it's just a little disconcerting to see hurricane newbies angered by what, in reality, is so far a very well-executed storm prep. Again, I realize that this will likely be nothing. In that sense, great, I had a great time drinking with my roomie, got a nice little break from work to finish decorating my apartment, and room to breathe before classes start. If it's worse, great, I was prepared.
"If there's any answer maybe love can end the madness,
Maybe not, oh but we can only try..."