I guess I need to wrap things up here storm-wise, regardless of how much I fear blogging ‘au natural’ here on the pomp. It’s for the sake of the song though, I guess, if I’m to put it like a 1970′s country musician.
So Rita left us all with blue balls here in Houston, and I’m saying that with the most sincere inflection of gratitude in my voice. Thank god that bitch didn’t run our asses over. Just the possibility of a category five hurricane was enough to force an entire city into the largest mass exodus, I believe, in the history of the world (prove me wrong: 2.8 million). It’s a testament to the empathy for our neighbors recently hit by the awful and ass-sucking Katrina, and also a statement on the near retardation of our reactionary mindset.
Thursday it took people 15 hours to get out to where I was holed-up (5.5 hours here, but I’m much more awesome and fast and Honda-driving than my fellow Houstonian), but by Friday the freeways were mostly clear, despite our paranoia. By Friday night we had left the fourth biggest city in America a virtual ghost town. It was awesome.
She hit that night, and instead of destroying the most awesome and huge and important city in the southland, Rita hit the armpit of Texas. Which was beyond totally fucking sweet. I feel sorry for those with property damage of course, and paying a little more for gas is a bummer, but if a hurricane HAD to hit somewhere in Texas, I’d chose exactly where it hit. Unless, of course, I could make it hit Dallas, which I would pay up to and possibly beyond $2,000 dollars cash to see leveled.
Anyway, so on my way back Saturday morning, the freeways were littered with abandoned cars of every make and model (mostly the bigger of the makes and models) and it was a pretty incredible sight to see. Beyond Thunderdome type shit, to quote a friend, which is always a welcome sight in my opinion (I’m a big fan of the apocalypse). I made it home in about an hour. Oh, and my Honda, I think I should add here, is the most awesome car ever made, I believe, in the history of the world (prove me wrong: Honda Accord).
Downtown Houston was a little gnarly when I pulled in, but the damage was nothing huge. A few windows were broken, a few plants turned over, and the banquet room in my building was littered with all sorts of liquor bottles from what I hear was the most awesome building-wide party since the Superbowl was in town. I’m a little bummed that I missed it, but then again, I’m pretty appreciative that I’m not stupid enough to sit on my couch and watch TV when one of the world’s most destructive forces is headed for my living room. To each his own though, I guess, and I’m still sounding a bit Willy here.
But that’s that, and I’m glad things went much much better than expected, and that I don’t have to blog like a regular blogger again in the foreseeable future, which is the most awesome position I’ve arrived at through all of this mess. So for whatever it was, thank you Rita. I’m never ‘real blogging’ again.
At least… At least until the next time the apocalypse rolls into town.
Oh, and while I’m at it, happy birthday ‘POMPADOURED’! You’re a year old today.