Thursday, August 28, 2008

Rock me like a hurricane

It's almost like deja vu.

What were you doing 3 years ago today?

Well, I was hating my job (surprise surprise) getting ready to drive up to my college town for some sorority function. I remember I was pissed that it took me like 5 hours, instead of the usual 3 and a half. Yea, I knew there was a hurricane in the gulf, or something like that, but a hurricane scare is something that happens at least 3 times a year. I was adamant about wanting an extra 3 day vacation, like I always am about hurricane scares. I think this stems back to Hurricane Andrew 1992, when everyone got to go to Tennessee and play in Dollywood. We stayed home and played in puddles and watched movies by candlelight (No, I'm not bitter or anything). My family never leaves for hurricane scares. My dad's version of evacuating is going from Kenner to Metairie or Hammond. But little did we know this one would be the ultimate example of The Boy who cried wolf.

I remember Saturday morning at some ungodly hour I received a phone call from my best friend asking if he could come to stay with me. Still hungover, I was confused as to what the hell he would want to do there. . . he hated visiting me when I was in college, why now? That's how I found out Katrina was headed directly for my home. I called my parents and they were on their way to Mississippi and that's when I knew it was just a normal hurricane scare.

That was the beginning of the longest 2 weeks of my life in which I am still recovering from.

Now, Gustav is threatening to finish what Katrina started? On the same weekend she hit three years ago. Is this the universe's version of a sick joke?

I'm really worried about my family and friends. I'm almost feeling a little guilty that my biggest natural disaster worry right now is if a sick passenger is going to fuck up the subway schedule.

6 comments:

Sarah said...

I'm with you. This is going to be a long ass weekend just to find out how bad it's gonna be. I'm not from NOLA, but spent many a forgotten college weekend there, and most of my friends are on the coast. The view from Shreveport ain't so pretty.

*hugs*. Even though I don't know you.

Andie said...

I hear ya sista. I hear ya. scott just bought a generator!

TTQ said...

We ride them out too. I remember Andrew like yesterday, we lived in South Fla at the time. We got my mom drunk on 101 proof rum and had her dancing to hip hop and reggage. It was wild, the next day Our host (her co-worker) and I headed out with cameras...I'm surprise d we didn't die.

shoeaddict said...

My parents left today to go tie down and get everything ready at their camp. I'm nervous...

Anonymous said...

When I hear anything about NO I think of you! Hope everything goes ok -Shannel

KDLOST said...

Hey- I randomly passed by your blog... realized you were from NOLA- hope your family and friends are all doing well.
My family and I got the crap out of there Friday. Didn't go through Katrina, we're still relative newcomers ... but am not liking the looks of this. Anyhow- you all take care.