Frigging hurricanes...
Okay. This makes me angry.
On Tuesday, everyone was saying that Hurricane Rita was going to come and pound Corpus Christi flat. So everything just shut down. People dashed back and forth like heads with their chickens cut off, people left the city in droves, and just about every store you can imagine closed. Also, most importantly, the colleges closed.
Then, on Wednesday night, we find out that the hurricane is not coming at us at all. Instead, it's going north, presumably so it can hang out with Katrina in hurricane heaven. However, everything is still closed until Saturday or Sunday. Meaning if you want something besides the bare essentials, you're SOL.
It was a good thing that the hurricane veered off, though, because my mother had the worst evacuation plan since Moses sent his people wandering for 40 years. She would have had my entire family, including my grandmother, packed into a minivan with our two large dogs. To avoid spending money for a motel, we would go west to find a Wal-Mart parking lot out of the way of the hurricane, and then we'd sleep in the minivan for however long it took for the city to reopen. And there was no way for any of the people with objections (namely, the rest of the family) to convince her that this was a bad idea.
In other news, I bet at least 5 out of 10 bars now have drinks called "Hurricane-ritas".
On Tuesday, everyone was saying that Hurricane Rita was going to come and pound Corpus Christi flat. So everything just shut down. People dashed back and forth like heads with their chickens cut off, people left the city in droves, and just about every store you can imagine closed. Also, most importantly, the colleges closed.
Then, on Wednesday night, we find out that the hurricane is not coming at us at all. Instead, it's going north, presumably so it can hang out with Katrina in hurricane heaven. However, everything is still closed until Saturday or Sunday. Meaning if you want something besides the bare essentials, you're SOL.
It was a good thing that the hurricane veered off, though, because my mother had the worst evacuation plan since Moses sent his people wandering for 40 years. She would have had my entire family, including my grandmother, packed into a minivan with our two large dogs. To avoid spending money for a motel, we would go west to find a Wal-Mart parking lot out of the way of the hurricane, and then we'd sleep in the minivan for however long it took for the city to reopen. And there was no way for any of the people with objections (namely, the rest of the family) to convince her that this was a bad idea.
In other news, I bet at least 5 out of 10 bars now have drinks called "Hurricane-ritas".