
You give a person an excuse to throw a party and it will. Floridians are particularly good at this when storms are near. I think its less excitement about getting the storm itself and more about living up what may be your last days in your home, or last days on the planet itself. (Of course, this is taken to the extreme sometimes and, literally, there may be water left in stores, but no beer! I mean.. what?)
Hurricane parties are best had in the safest home out of all your friends. You know, that one guy who NEVER seems to lose power, has no trees in his yard, lives on a hill and has that generator just-in-case. ;)
Nah, but seriously guys, hurricanes suck when they're big and crazy or just come in one after another. Seems like there's a whole string of them out there right now. Hang in there! For really if you have to! o_o
Hurricane parties are best had in the safest home out of all your friends. You know, that one guy who NEVER seems to lose power, has no trees in his yard, lives on a hill and has that generator just-in-case. ;)
Nah, but seriously guys, hurricanes suck when they're big and crazy or just come in one after another. Seems like there's a whole string of them out there right now. Hang in there! For really if you have to! o_o
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Bwah! I literally chortled out loud; the expressions say it all.
This is right up there with an editorial cartoon I saw many years ago, which had a caption that ran something like “Spot the native Californian in this earthquake scene.” The art shows a stereotypical office environment, with people running every which way, flailing their arms, or hiding in filing-cabinet drawers, or cowering under desks, or otherwise mugging in panic. In the center of the picture, one sleepy-eyed fellow is still sitting at his desk, reading paperwork held in one hand, coffee mug in the other.
This is right up there with an editorial cartoon I saw many years ago, which had a caption that ran something like “Spot the native Californian in this earthquake scene.” The art shows a stereotypical office environment, with people running every which way, flailing their arms, or hiding in filing-cabinet drawers, or cowering under desks, or otherwise mugging in panic. In the center of the picture, one sleepy-eyed fellow is still sitting at his desk, reading paperwork held in one hand, coffee mug in the other.
There are times I wish I still lived in Florida. Then I remember that there's Summer heat there and I think about all the lighters I lost because I left them in my car.
One fall I'm going to have to drive down to the FLA and buy about $500 worth of booze to join a 'Cane party. They sound like good times.
One fall I'm going to have to drive down to the FLA and buy about $500 worth of booze to join a 'Cane party. They sound like good times.
Over here in West Palm Beach, FL riht before Fay came thru... I was picking up some stuff from the grocery store and I wandered by the liquor aisle.... totally empty. Walked past the aisle with all the water... half empty. The amount of truth contained in this picture is epic.
actually, that's ironic. on the left, my mother, on the right, my step-brother. both in the same house! Anyone wonder why I love a good storm? We're ready, got generators, never get damage, and always have a hurricane party. MY PLACE FOR THE NEXT STORM!!!!! (for serious, I'm in Pensacola FL. Ya wanna meet a fur in this area, look me up. I'm always down for meeting another fur)
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