I haven't seen another human being in over three days, and I likely won't for at least another day. I just went outside to get some fresh air and watch trees fly by.
Most boring. hurricane. ever.
UPDATE: 11:34 PM
I got my first human contact in 85 hours. I was watching the news (because that's about the only thing you can do) and they did a segment on a restaurant that was remaining open during the hurricane.
After three days of not seeing a soul and eating nothing but Chef Boyardee and Chunky Soup, it didn't take much motivation for me to get directions, get dressed, and haul ass over there. Ironically, the restaurant was only 0.6 miles away. At first I thought I might as well walk it (that might seem stupid during a hurricane, but I thought driving would be less safe). I stepped out of my apartment, walked about half a block...and watched my glasses fly off my face.
After fishing them out of a puddle I realized it probably wasn't my brightest idea, so I went back, got in my car and drove slowly to the restaurant. The food was pretty abysmal; I asked for chicken cacciatore, they gave me chicken but severely lacked in cacciatore. I guess I couldn't blame them, under the current conditions they probably had to conserve the sauce and cheese they had.
I made conversation with this lady from New York who was there with her deaf son also escaping the cabin fever. We talked for a bit, ate, and then I ordered some more food to take home. All in all, I wasted about $30 on icky food, but it was nice to get out of the house and talk to someone. I figure things won't get back to normal until at least Monday, so it was a welcome break.
Most boring. hurricane. ever.
UPDATE: 11:34 PM
I got my first human contact in 85 hours. I was watching the news (because that's about the only thing you can do) and they did a segment on a restaurant that was remaining open during the hurricane.
After three days of not seeing a soul and eating nothing but Chef Boyardee and Chunky Soup, it didn't take much motivation for me to get directions, get dressed, and haul ass over there. Ironically, the restaurant was only 0.6 miles away. At first I thought I might as well walk it (that might seem stupid during a hurricane, but I thought driving would be less safe). I stepped out of my apartment, walked about half a block...and watched my glasses fly off my face.
After fishing them out of a puddle I realized it probably wasn't my brightest idea, so I went back, got in my car and drove slowly to the restaurant. The food was pretty abysmal; I asked for chicken cacciatore, they gave me chicken but severely lacked in cacciatore. I guess I couldn't blame them, under the current conditions they probably had to conserve the sauce and cheese they had.
I made conversation with this lady from New York who was there with her deaf son also escaping the cabin fever. We talked for a bit, ate, and then I ordered some more food to take home. All in all, I wasted about $30 on icky food, but it was nice to get out of the house and talk to someone. I figure things won't get back to normal until at least Monday, so it was a welcome break.
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surfbetty:
HAHA!!! I got a few friends like that...hell, if my dad was in the counrty he would be out in it today....KA-RAE-ZEEEEEEE!!!!!!11eleven
judypatricia:
Yeah, mom called this morning. She said they and the house are fine. Trees were knocked down, and they probably have a ton of enormous puddles, but other than that, nothing big.