and home again...
Sep. 26th, 2004 08:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wordinistaSo, we're back.
In case anyone's wondering, I do not recommend looking for Category 3 hurricanes to party through.
We went to our friends' house on Saturday afternoon; we hung out, ate pizza, and watched Star Wars: A New Hope, shamelessly poking fun at plot holes you could fly the Milennium Falcon through while talking along with our favorite lines ("I find your lack of faith disturbing"). Good times, good times.
Just as we were about to pop in The Empire Strikes Back, the lights flickered once, then went out. *sigh* It was about eleven pm by this point. Their kids were in bed (these people are about the ONLY people I know whose kids don't make me want to run out and get a hysterectomy), so we lit candles up, popped batteries in the radio, and flopped down in the living room, just shooting the shit.
It was around this time that the storm started getting progressively worse.
Sacked out around the living room, we all dozed on and off through the night, waking when we heard something crash (tiles from their roof), drip (water in the bathroom that turned out NOT to be a leak in the roof -- more on that in a sec), or ... well, really, any little noise woke us up. One of the kittens (Kisa) got a little lost in the house, and was hiding behind a cooler, scared out of her wits; we could hear her crying, but couldn't find her at first.
But, omfg, the worst part? The worst part was the WIND. The windows on the second floor were rattling, the wind was roaring like a freight train -- and it went from... I'd say 11:30 pm through until almost 6:00 am. It wouldn't stop. And it was pitch dark, too, so you could only wonder what was going on outside. We were all freaked out, but I think we were all really glad to have each other there. Freaky noises are less freaky when you can crack a joke to ease the tension.
So, there was some sleep to be had, here and there. At about six-thirty or seven, the phone rang, waking their son up, and so began the process of cat-napping, playing with the kids, wandering outside to (a) see the damage and (b) lean into the wind gusts, letting them hold us up. Their house got by with surprisingly little damage, which is a huge relief.
At around three-thirty, George and Rick ventured out to see if our apartment building was still there. Not only was it still there, WE HAD ELECTRICITY.
So I'm home now, thank goodness. I'm happy, George is happy, and mygod, the kitties are SO HAPPY.
Of course, I soon started feeling crappy; I have a fever (99.9), and my throat is starting to feel sore, so I think I might've picked up a bug last week. (Come to think of it, on Thursday, when I went into the teachers lounge, there were two adjuncts talking about a bug going around; one of them sounded horribly congested. I'm going to hunt him down and beat him.) So now I'm focused on making myself better before the college reopens. I'll happily rearrange my syllabus if it means having off on Tuesday. Blech.
In case anyone's wondering, I do not recommend looking for Category 3 hurricanes to party through.
We went to our friends' house on Saturday afternoon; we hung out, ate pizza, and watched Star Wars: A New Hope, shamelessly poking fun at plot holes you could fly the Milennium Falcon through while talking along with our favorite lines ("I find your lack of faith disturbing"). Good times, good times.
Just as we were about to pop in The Empire Strikes Back, the lights flickered once, then went out. *sigh* It was about eleven pm by this point. Their kids were in bed (these people are about the ONLY people I know whose kids don't make me want to run out and get a hysterectomy), so we lit candles up, popped batteries in the radio, and flopped down in the living room, just shooting the shit.
It was around this time that the storm started getting progressively worse.
Sacked out around the living room, we all dozed on and off through the night, waking when we heard something crash (tiles from their roof), drip (water in the bathroom that turned out NOT to be a leak in the roof -- more on that in a sec), or ... well, really, any little noise woke us up. One of the kittens (Kisa) got a little lost in the house, and was hiding behind a cooler, scared out of her wits; we could hear her crying, but couldn't find her at first.
But, omfg, the worst part? The worst part was the WIND. The windows on the second floor were rattling, the wind was roaring like a freight train -- and it went from... I'd say 11:30 pm through until almost 6:00 am. It wouldn't stop. And it was pitch dark, too, so you could only wonder what was going on outside. We were all freaked out, but I think we were all really glad to have each other there. Freaky noises are less freaky when you can crack a joke to ease the tension.
So, there was some sleep to be had, here and there. At about six-thirty or seven, the phone rang, waking their son up, and so began the process of cat-napping, playing with the kids, wandering outside to (a) see the damage and (b) lean into the wind gusts, letting them hold us up. Their house got by with surprisingly little damage, which is a huge relief.
At around three-thirty, George and Rick ventured out to see if our apartment building was still there. Not only was it still there, WE HAD ELECTRICITY.
So I'm home now, thank goodness. I'm happy, George is happy, and mygod, the kitties are SO HAPPY.
Of course, I soon started feeling crappy; I have a fever (99.9), and my throat is starting to feel sore, so I think I might've picked up a bug last week. (Come to think of it, on Thursday, when I went into the teachers lounge, there were two adjuncts talking about a bug going around; one of them sounded horribly congested. I'm going to hunt him down and beat him.) So now I'm focused on making myself better before the college reopens. I'll happily rearrange my syllabus if it means having off on Tuesday. Blech.
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Thank God!
Date: 2004-09-26 07:59 pm (UTC)But seriously, good to see you back and okay.
Re: Thank God!
Date: 2004-09-27 08:54 pm (UTC)Note to self: Next hurricane, bring along graham crackers, marshmallows, and Hershey's bars.
Extra note to self: If there is another hurricane, try to find time to purchase above items either before or after
climbing a belltowerhaving a nervous breakdown.no subject
Date: 2004-09-27 03:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-27 09:41 pm (UTC)One of the kittens, Kisa, was completely terrified. Bronte did much better -- she sprawled out behind the couch and slept most of the time. This was after she got over her immense fear of our friends' Jack Russell terrier, of course. Kisa continued to avoid the dog, who really was just curious that there were cats that came in such a small size. (Said friends have a ginormous black cat named Sam. He's bigger than the terrier. Bronte looks like a miniature Sam, so it was amusing when she hissed at him. He wasn't fazed in the least bit.)
And, yes, hurricane season lasts for a bit longer. November 30th is the official end date. *sigh* Another month to go. I sincerely hope we don't break any more records.