Somehow or another, we usually seem to live in a blind spot for cell reception. This time we seemed to be in a blind spot for Irene. Maybe the circular arrangement of the apartment buildings created a wind shelter. Whatever happened, we didn't see the destructive winds or even the heavy rain. It rained constantly, but it was hardly ever the driving rain we expected. We never even lost power. We shared a can of mystery meat just for kicks.
Some of the neighborhood lost large trees, and there were spotty power outages all around. Apparently the church only regained power five minutes before mass.
The upstairs neighbors were the only unbearable part of the whole thing. They were yelling and screaming and carrying on with loud music. They sounded completely drunk, shouting obscenities off the balcony, or playing what could have only been full contact football on the floor (our ceiling). It felt like the earthquake all over again. It's been an escalating problem, but they always seem to act up on nights when the police have a thousand better things to do than answer a noise complaint. Eventually I'll probably take passive aggressive action, like recording their drunken rampages from below and posting it on YouTube.