I'm Still Alive - A Non-Typical OYE Post
Terrible update here...
Hey everybody. I offered to give a 512 Mb iPod to the winner of the sign contest. I fear that I may not be able to keep the promise, although I will try. Both me and my fiance have recently become refugees because of Hurricane Katrina, and I seriously do not know when I will have a normal life again. This is what I posted on my website.
Hurricane Katrina. It may very well be the perfect storm that New Orleaneans feared. I live in Uptown New Orleans -- this is my story.
*Friday* I worked all day and then went home. Didn't know about the storm -- I was just looking forward to Friday cocktails.
*Saturday* Awoke to a WTF realization that a gigantic storm was brewing in the Gulf. Began to worry. Went to bed with the thought that Linda and I were going to ride this out in our house.
*Sunday* I woke up at 6 am. Katrina's maximum sustained winds were about 160 mph. I immediately went upstairs and informed Linda that were are getting the hell out, and fast. We loaded up the Subaru station wagon with two cats, my laptop, and a couple of changes of clothes.
I drove for almost 15 hours straight before I landed somewhere in the south of Arkansas. We couldn't find a hotel to sleep in, and we definately could not sleep in our car -- our seats were practically vertical with no room for decline. We found a room in a Best Western, but the lady at the front desk saw my cat Babs and told me that I couldn't have the only room that she had left because we have cats. We drove for another hour and 1/2 before we finally went to sleep.
*Monday* We watched the destruction on the television like everybody else. We quickly grew tired of seeing reporters standing in front of secure hotels with their Gortex jackets blowing in the wind. We wanted to know what was going on with our house. Our lives. We couldn't get in touch with our friends who decide to ride out the storm.
*Tuesday* We decided to check out of our hotel in Wilmar, AR and go to an old friend's house in Dallas. We are officially refugees. We don't know if we have a house. We don't have any clothes. We don't have anything. We are sleeping tonight on a blow up mattress in my friend's office / music room.
We don't know when we will be able to go back home. We don't know if we have a home.
I will keep you posted.