On this very day three years ago, Jonno and I left New Orleans. At 12:15am, we waved goodbye to the house and headed off to Lafayette, with the dogs and our laptops and enough clothes and toiletries to last a couple of days.
But we did not return in a couple of days. We did not return in a couple of weeks. (Well, I did, but only briefly.) We threw ourselves at the mercy of our unwitting hosts for six weeks. Last night, one of them happened to be in town, so we invited him over for our weekly Project Runway/Chinese takeout throwdown. I think he got the short end of the stick.
(Side note: I’m really glad that Keith was voted off the show last night. I feared the producers were going to keep him around for his general aura of hotness, but seriously: he kinda sucks. Faith restored.)
Back to storms: given everything that went on in 2005, I’m surprisingly calm about the upcoming evacuation. (It’s not definite yet, but it’s a definite probably.) I’m trying to remember what it used to be like, before we got burned–back when Georges and Ivan and a dozen other storms slouched our way, and we either evacuated or we didn’t, and things were back to normal a couple of days later. I’m thinking of this as a vacation, which is about all I can do.
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