but i feel that i did it again with gustav. something about how i said i didn't know how i'd survive without the olympics and my life would be "soooo boring" blah, blah.
and then i sat around on my porch on wednesday, cursing whatever i could about how my week of vacation was messed up and wondering why on earth hurricanes never hit new york, a place that i would LOVE a reason to evacuate out of. and then hanna came and is currently "hitting" as we speak/type/read.
i don't remember what i did to send josephine hurtling towards nola, but i'm sure it'll become clear to me while i reflect on my sins in church tomorrow.
Gustav was a non-event. The hype rattled every damn sane person in the city. "Mother of all storms." Shuttup, Nagin. If you're going to start lying again, give us another chocolate city comment and make our time worthwhile.
I spent a lot of time sleeping on the porch swing, drinking wine and champagne with my family and neighbors, playing poker, watching my dad clean his gun--all those things that people do without electricity and who have government-instated curfews to adhere to.
maybe more hurricane reflections (and videos!) for a later time.
PS- GO SAINTS
