A tropical storm is laying some serious wood to the Bean. The horror. The horror. Photos after the jump.
Yes, this post consists of Tweets you could easily get by starting at Twitter. But if the Globe can do it and pretend it's news, so can we. Irene already ruined our weekend plans, so we're holed up in the deluxe Boston Phoenix emergency bunker with a bottle of vodka and the iPad glued to #MAIrene. We'll be posting the best photos via Storify in yet another post with "blow" and "Irene" in the headline, because that's what newspapers do on a day like today.
If Hurricane Irene were a woman, she'd be a real handful. We're just going to say it. She's a bitch. The kind of woman who shows up unannounced and uninvited to Poker Night with a couple of her loudest gal pals and an axe to grind. The kind of woman who goes through her boyfriend's email searching for addresses with female handles.