Day 18: Butt Aid…When Sandy Comes btw You and Your Calvins.

Hey there adoring fans (Aubrey Mock and Erin Whaling)!

I know a bunch of you out there are like, “Oh, cute idea for a blog Sarah.  Too bad the world is not gonna end.  If the Mayans were any good a predicting stuff then why aren’t they still here?  You know, you’d think if they were all telepathic and stuff, they would have been like, ‘Oh s*it our race is about to mysteriously disappear.  Let’s do something to not have that happen.’  But instead they just built a bunch of buildings with a crap load of stairs that my girlfriend made me go visit last summer in Mexico instead of letting me go on a booze cruise.  The Mayans don’t know squat Sarah”.

Well, theoretical dude who might say that, I really hope that you’re right, but as I mentioned in the beginning of this blog, I am 50% terrified that come December 21st, this planet may cease to exist, and things like people eating other peoples faces off and Hurricanes in New York City are not helping calm my fears.  Again, I digress.  Back to the list!

As a citizen of Planet Earth (while we’ve still got her) I did my part…


Yesterday, I volunteered to help the victims of Hurricane Sandy.  I’m still working on the people eating other people’s faces part, but so far the best I’ve done is to not, myself, eat another persons face and to discourage friends and family from doing so as well.  Some would say I’m a martyr…but that’s just silly…or is it?

The reason that volunteering was a pre-EOW must for me is because so many people on this planet have helped me in a million different ways and I wanted to make sure that (before it’s too late) I could give back and help other people that needed it.  So yesterday, I went in search of ways to help (messaged my proactive friend Jeff on Facebook), grabbed my neighbor, and headed down to a shelter on 49th street to offer a hand.

First of all, no, I did not wear this adorable volunteer outfit to be all matchy-matchy with the Command Center Sign (the command center sign merely decided to be matchy-matchy with me).  And second of all, yes, this was an obnoxious picture to take while people are living on cots because their homes blew away (which probably means I’m not a martyr after all).

Meet the cast: Jeff Metler (musical theatre buddy), Bridget Guerra (neighbor), and me!

Our first order of business as volunteers was to bring supplies (provided by super generous donors) from the sidewalk into the school/shelter.  What?  You think that sounds like a piece of cake?  You know how many packs of batteries those big ass Duane Reade bags can hold?  You know how heavy batteries are?  D batteries?!  Whatever, it was hard.

Our next assignment was cleaning patrol.

Side note: the homeless gentleman standing directly behind me in this picture invited me to “anywhere that needed tickets” because he had connections to a friend that had “tickets”.  He wouldn’t give me his name (mysterious), only that his email address was (have you ever met a man that was so connected that he didn’t even need a service provider?), and that I should put the word “tickets” in the subject line because he gets a lot of junk mail and that this way he knew it would be from me.   I would have been flattered if I had not seen him say the same thing to a cafeteria volunteer, and a mounted fire extinguisher.

Next order of volunteer work…


I’m going to go ahead and leave some space below open for my roommates and mother to rant about how I never clean at home and how I wouldn’t know how to use a mop if the world depended on it (I really hope the EOW does not come down to a mop off, where the best moppers get to board the mothership and the terrible moppers are left for dead.  That would really suck for me.)

Rant space for roommates/Mom n’ Dad/Anyone who’s ever met me(fill in the blank):


You___________________________________________messiest girl I’ve ever met___________________________when’s the last time you touched a broom?_____________ever heard of a duster?________________that’s the power of PineSol moron!


Everyone that thinks you are a messy friend

Next up, we organized all of the donations into categories of: canned goods, dry foods, medicines, and leftover Halloween Candy.

We found this peculiar item along the way.

Butt Aid…for when Sandy gets between me and my Calvins.

In all seriousness, I had a great time Volunteering.  Although the hurricane barely affected me (except that Dunkin Doughnuts was closed for 2 whole days!), it felt truly great to help the people of this wonderful city who were less fortunate during this crisis.  I would like to thank Hurricane Sandy for reminding me what it means to be apart this wonderful community, and for hooking me up with my date next Saturday night with, where we will go to someplace requiring tickets, as he has a friend with connections.

If you would like to donate to help the victims of Hurricane Sandy, you cant totes go to

PS: Duh!  We got drinks after.

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