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So.. hurricane. Outside. Like.. now.
Luckily the one storm that's coming ashore like.. two miles away from me can't decide whether it's a tropical storm or a hurricane. Of course the lights are flickering constantly along with the cable and stuff, so we're betting we'll lose power within a couple hours.
Remember a couple weeks ago I mentioned this girl who'd worked with us and I'd talked to a bit? Yeah, well I've hung out with her a couple times now and she's totally not what I first assumed. Actually one night I went over there after closing my store and we talked until six in the morning. Then she stopped answering my calls and I was kind of like whatever.. until Monday night when she walked in my store and turned out to be closing in Tyrone's place (cause Tyrone quit with no notice). She was all apologetic and what not and I was all it's cool, and she ended up coming home with me to help me clear out my car and meet my pets. Everytime we start talking it turns into an hour long conversation. I think I've made a friend. Anyway, the reason she wasn't answering was cause she wasn't answering anyone. She's been having a rough time. And it turns out she's much more the kind of girl who'd read "The Perks of Being a Wallflower" and "Demian" than I originally thought she was. She's actually a very real person with some very real problems. And a very real perspective on them. The one thing I still stand on that I first thought is that she's bisexual in a way that a lot of girls are bisexual.. meaning she'll hook up with girls between boyfriends. So I'm not interested in gettng involved with her romantically or anything.. but I wound up with a friend, which I'd rather have than a hook up anyway.
Anyway, after I dropped her off around three in the morning, I packed and set out for the Gulf Coast with Jennie. We spent the last two days in Cape Coral on the west coast with her friends. It was nice. I think it's funny that on this coast there's all this civilization, and then you have the Everglades.. this huge freaking swamp right in the middle of the state. Then you have all this civilization on the west coast too, but it's completely cut off by this huge freaking swamp. And the only way to get across the swamp is to take Alligator Alley, the stretch of I-75 that crosses from Ft Lauderdale to Naples. It's appropriately named, cause there's nothing out there but swamp. It takes about two and a half hours to cross. I slept the whole way across the Alley and when we reached the house I said "Bed?" and they pointed to a bed and I proceeded to sleep for 24 hours straight. Actually I woke up a couple times, once even to take a shower, but kept going back to bed. Noticed a rash on my arm. Yesterday I woke up and went swimming (they have a pool/hot tub that I kept jumping back and forth from), Jennie took me to a meeting (AA's big over there) and showed me the area she grew up. She took me to the beach in Ft Myers and we waded into the Gulf of Mexico. It was hot! The water was like a bathtub. We went for dinner with her dad and stepmother. While out at dinner we realized that tropical depression number 12 or whatever it was had turned into a considerable storm, and decided to make the drive back last night instead of this afternoon when we'd planned on doing it. I was just as glad because as nice as her friends were I missed my own bed. So I drove us back.
There's something about the swamp that unnerves me, and I hate crossing Alligator Alley, especially at night. But I did it, even stopping at a truck stop halfway across so we could pee. I've crossed the Alley and back three times now, although this is the only time I haven't wound up in Clewiston by accident coming home. Clewiston is halfway up the state of Florida, straight through the freaking Everglades and inhabited by rednecks. I explained to Jennie and her family how I don't think anyone goes to Clewiston on purpose, in fact the people that live there must have been lost and just gave up. Said fuck it and made camp. They thought this was pretty funny. I'm sure there are other ways to get across the state further north that don't involve Alligator Alley, but they'd be hours out of our way. It makes me curious though. I know that after I-75 crosses Alligator Alley it turns north on the west coast and goes all the way to Tampa. I didn't want to go to Tampa last night, but I am kind of curious as to what it looks like.
Hey the wind's picking up. The palm trees are all bent over. The news has decided it's a hurricane now. Gina's mad Starbucks is closed. But there's a curfew, they had to close. I didn't have to work today anyway, but if there's any damange I won't have to work tomorrow either. Hmm. Wonder if I dare go out in the hall to smoke a cigarette. I think I'd better try now, before it gets real bad and I can't. All the shelters in the area are open, but this is just a really bad rain storm so I don't see why you'd go there. Although the last hurricane I was in was monstrous, or at least it seemed so to me. I'm from New York, according to the Weather Channel major hurricanes hit there once every 21+ years. I move to a area that says every 4-5 years. Of course.
I still have a rash on my arm. The lights haven't flickered in awhile. My kitten's lying next to me on the chair. She's cute and fuzzy.
Luckily the one storm that's coming ashore like.. two miles away from me can't decide whether it's a tropical storm or a hurricane. Of course the lights are flickering constantly along with the cable and stuff, so we're betting we'll lose power within a couple hours.
Remember a couple weeks ago I mentioned this girl who'd worked with us and I'd talked to a bit? Yeah, well I've hung out with her a couple times now and she's totally not what I first assumed. Actually one night I went over there after closing my store and we talked until six in the morning. Then she stopped answering my calls and I was kind of like whatever.. until Monday night when she walked in my store and turned out to be closing in Tyrone's place (cause Tyrone quit with no notice). She was all apologetic and what not and I was all it's cool, and she ended up coming home with me to help me clear out my car and meet my pets. Everytime we start talking it turns into an hour long conversation. I think I've made a friend. Anyway, the reason she wasn't answering was cause she wasn't answering anyone. She's been having a rough time. And it turns out she's much more the kind of girl who'd read "The Perks of Being a Wallflower" and "Demian" than I originally thought she was. She's actually a very real person with some very real problems. And a very real perspective on them. The one thing I still stand on that I first thought is that she's bisexual in a way that a lot of girls are bisexual.. meaning she'll hook up with girls between boyfriends. So I'm not interested in gettng involved with her romantically or anything.. but I wound up with a friend, which I'd rather have than a hook up anyway.
Anyway, after I dropped her off around three in the morning, I packed and set out for the Gulf Coast with Jennie. We spent the last two days in Cape Coral on the west coast with her friends. It was nice. I think it's funny that on this coast there's all this civilization, and then you have the Everglades.. this huge freaking swamp right in the middle of the state. Then you have all this civilization on the west coast too, but it's completely cut off by this huge freaking swamp. And the only way to get across the swamp is to take Alligator Alley, the stretch of I-75 that crosses from Ft Lauderdale to Naples. It's appropriately named, cause there's nothing out there but swamp. It takes about two and a half hours to cross. I slept the whole way across the Alley and when we reached the house I said "Bed?" and they pointed to a bed and I proceeded to sleep for 24 hours straight. Actually I woke up a couple times, once even to take a shower, but kept going back to bed. Noticed a rash on my arm. Yesterday I woke up and went swimming (they have a pool/hot tub that I kept jumping back and forth from), Jennie took me to a meeting (AA's big over there) and showed me the area she grew up. She took me to the beach in Ft Myers and we waded into the Gulf of Mexico. It was hot! The water was like a bathtub. We went for dinner with her dad and stepmother. While out at dinner we realized that tropical depression number 12 or whatever it was had turned into a considerable storm, and decided to make the drive back last night instead of this afternoon when we'd planned on doing it. I was just as glad because as nice as her friends were I missed my own bed. So I drove us back.
There's something about the swamp that unnerves me, and I hate crossing Alligator Alley, especially at night. But I did it, even stopping at a truck stop halfway across so we could pee. I've crossed the Alley and back three times now, although this is the only time I haven't wound up in Clewiston by accident coming home. Clewiston is halfway up the state of Florida, straight through the freaking Everglades and inhabited by rednecks. I explained to Jennie and her family how I don't think anyone goes to Clewiston on purpose, in fact the people that live there must have been lost and just gave up. Said fuck it and made camp. They thought this was pretty funny. I'm sure there are other ways to get across the state further north that don't involve Alligator Alley, but they'd be hours out of our way. It makes me curious though. I know that after I-75 crosses Alligator Alley it turns north on the west coast and goes all the way to Tampa. I didn't want to go to Tampa last night, but I am kind of curious as to what it looks like.
Hey the wind's picking up. The palm trees are all bent over. The news has decided it's a hurricane now. Gina's mad Starbucks is closed. But there's a curfew, they had to close. I didn't have to work today anyway, but if there's any damange I won't have to work tomorrow either. Hmm. Wonder if I dare go out in the hall to smoke a cigarette. I think I'd better try now, before it gets real bad and I can't. All the shelters in the area are open, but this is just a really bad rain storm so I don't see why you'd go there. Although the last hurricane I was in was monstrous, or at least it seemed so to me. I'm from New York, according to the Weather Channel major hurricanes hit there once every 21+ years. I move to a area that says every 4-5 years. Of course.
I still have a rash on my arm. The lights haven't flickered in awhile. My kitten's lying next to me on the chair. She's cute and fuzzy.