So, I am pretty sure that we all knew a hurricane was coming. I am also sure that the word was put out to prepare for a week without electricity. With that being said, fuck all of you SOB's waiting for the FEMA truck on Monday. Everybody crying about the Feds arent helping them. It had been two days. I feel certain that 99% of all house holds in the Houston area had enough canned goods to last two days. If you are stupid enough to not prepare, well, sorry. Hopefully Darwinism will weed you out. I could extend the branch of sympathy to those on Galveston and Bolivar but you were not supposed to even be there! Mandatory evacuation. What does it mean? How about get the fuck out! Now myself, I probably would stayed but I would have been well stocked. If I did not live behind the seawall, I would have seen the signs Thursday and bailed.
Back to the FEMA thing. I think they did just fine. They are not supposed to help out a city like Houston. It for a disaster area like Galveston. I saw some guy saying he needed to get formula for his baby. Hello? How about stocking up before it hit? Fucking people, I hate them.
Ice
I would like someone to tell me when ice became a needed commodity? Ice is a luxury in a disaster zone. I cannot believe all these people bitching and clamoring for ice. Sure, it might be nice to save your perishables, but you had to plan on them going away. Ice is not a necessity. In my case I froze water bottles in the hope that if the power went down I could save things for a day or two. If not, BBQ city. I would not be standing in line for hours to get ice, it is not needed. Desired, yes. Needed, no.
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Ike Timeline
What follows is a timeline of the events that transpired before, during and after Ike nuked us.
9/12/08
11:30AM: I received a call from Brandy's Dad letting us know that he had purchased a generator but the guy who was going to deliver it would not be able to make it to Brenham. The good news was that he was here in Cypress, a mere few miles away. If we wanted to borrow it we could. Amazingly, I said "Yes". I got the generator but the only problem was gas for it. I managed to get 6 gallons and would have to see if that would suffice.
1:00PM Meet Malc, King and Brian at Molly's Pub for pre storm beers and grub. Guy at the bar tapes up only a few windows with an x of painters tape. We all mock him.
6:20PM Our traditional hurricane buddy (Brian Scott) has joined us at the house. He has brought a case of MRE's. We notice that the wind has begun to blow.
6:30ishPM AT&T UVerse service goes down. This means the TV and internet. Seems a little premature to be losing services.
8:00ishPM I am drinking hurricanes and it is time for the MRE draft. We had a case of 12, so the three of us had a draft. If I recall my first round pick was the pork rib and the last selection was meatloaf (full of onions I am sure).
10:00PM I am not hunkering down, but the hunkerdown drinking game is in effect. Everytime you hear it, drink a large drink. This will not end well.
10:05PM I play "Galveston" by Glenn Campbell as it seems the shit is starting to hit.
11:20PM The ill used basketball goal in the drive way goes down. It misses my Jeep and Brians car by about a foot or so. So far so good.
12:00ish Time for a little Rock Band!
SATURDAY 9/13/08
1:12AM The power is now out. Time to listen to the radio and light the candles (thanks Bran).
2:50ishAM Nice gusts of wind. Bran expresses concern. I am not worried (imagine that). I set the over/under on deaths at 35 and wager with John and Brian. In retrospect I should have specified Texas. At this point the "hunker down" drinking game has gotten ugly. Every other fuck who calls in on the radio says it!
3:20AM Very windy. The trees are dancing! Brian has passed out. So far the wind is howling but no visible damage.
5:00AM I had intended to pull an all nighter but here is were it gets hazy. The fence goes down and Bran wakes me up to go check it out and see if we can save the rest. I say "No". It is now time for an Ike.
Sidenote: The Ike. A drink I made up pre storm that I was determined to have. Throw some liquor of your choice in a glass and then fill it up with rain from Ike. The Ike, genius, or so I thought.
5:05AM Hurl up the Ike on the front porch. Bran gets onto me for doing it by the front door but I am positive it will be washed away.
7:30AM Bran wakes me up and I see that things have taken a shit turn. The three trees out front are leaning upon another and have fallen on the garage. Not much to be done at this time.
Saturday AM and PM I am pretty much a slug. Bran does some minor repairs and I sleep alot. I do manage to get the generator up and running but that is about it on my part. Stunningly, Bran is less than pleased.
10:15PM Power is restored. This enough to wake me from my daylong funk and grab a few Shiners to celebrate.
11:39PM The celebration is short lived as the power goes out again. My beer drinking mood fades as well.
Sunday 9/13/08
8:30AM Time to crank up the generator again. So far the reefer has been kept cold.
8:45AM The power comes back on for good. Excellent. We are quite happy, except for the fact that TV and Internet do not return until 11:45AM Wednesday. Of course this is small potatoes compared to most. But I will bitch nonetheless.
Saturday 9/20/08
Here I sit listening to some tunes and drinking Bacardi and coke. The insurance adjuster will be out tomorrow to look at our damages (fence, missing shingles, some water damage in a closet, trees on house) and the arborist determined today that none of the three trees could be saved, so they will be hacking them down tomorrow AM. On the plus side, things are pretty much normal for me. I worked all week, Bran finally started her job Thursday (as opposed to the original Monday start date). We were able to go to Buffalo Wild Wings last night with Tom and his brood and today ordered pizza for delivery. The wheels of business must carry on! All in all, Ike treated us alright, even though we are an object of gawking on our street!
I end this with thanks to Brain for his motivational message!
9/12/08
11:30AM: I received a call from Brandy's Dad letting us know that he had purchased a generator but the guy who was going to deliver it would not be able to make it to Brenham. The good news was that he was here in Cypress, a mere few miles away. If we wanted to borrow it we could. Amazingly, I said "Yes". I got the generator but the only problem was gas for it. I managed to get 6 gallons and would have to see if that would suffice.
1:00PM Meet Malc, King and Brian at Molly's Pub for pre storm beers and grub. Guy at the bar tapes up only a few windows with an x of painters tape. We all mock him.
6:20PM Our traditional hurricane buddy (Brian Scott) has joined us at the house. He has brought a case of MRE's. We notice that the wind has begun to blow.
6:30ishPM AT&T UVerse service goes down. This means the TV and internet. Seems a little premature to be losing services.
8:00ishPM I am drinking hurricanes and it is time for the MRE draft. We had a case of 12, so the three of us had a draft. If I recall my first round pick was the pork rib and the last selection was meatloaf (full of onions I am sure).
10:00PM I am not hunkering down, but the hunkerdown drinking game is in effect. Everytime you hear it, drink a large drink. This will not end well.
10:05PM I play "Galveston" by Glenn Campbell as it seems the shit is starting to hit.
11:20PM The ill used basketball goal in the drive way goes down. It misses my Jeep and Brians car by about a foot or so. So far so good.
12:00ish Time for a little Rock Band!
SATURDAY 9/13/08
1:12AM The power is now out. Time to listen to the radio and light the candles (thanks Bran).
2:50ishAM Nice gusts of wind. Bran expresses concern. I am not worried (imagine that). I set the over/under on deaths at 35 and wager with John and Brian. In retrospect I should have specified Texas. At this point the "hunker down" drinking game has gotten ugly. Every other fuck who calls in on the radio says it!
3:20AM Very windy. The trees are dancing! Brian has passed out. So far the wind is howling but no visible damage.
5:00AM I had intended to pull an all nighter but here is were it gets hazy. The fence goes down and Bran wakes me up to go check it out and see if we can save the rest. I say "No". It is now time for an Ike.
Sidenote: The Ike. A drink I made up pre storm that I was determined to have. Throw some liquor of your choice in a glass and then fill it up with rain from Ike. The Ike, genius, or so I thought.
5:05AM Hurl up the Ike on the front porch. Bran gets onto me for doing it by the front door but I am positive it will be washed away.
7:30AM Bran wakes me up and I see that things have taken a shit turn. The three trees out front are leaning upon another and have fallen on the garage. Not much to be done at this time.
Saturday AM and PM I am pretty much a slug. Bran does some minor repairs and I sleep alot. I do manage to get the generator up and running but that is about it on my part. Stunningly, Bran is less than pleased.
10:15PM Power is restored. This enough to wake me from my daylong funk and grab a few Shiners to celebrate.
11:39PM The celebration is short lived as the power goes out again. My beer drinking mood fades as well.
Sunday 9/13/08
8:30AM Time to crank up the generator again. So far the reefer has been kept cold.
8:45AM The power comes back on for good. Excellent. We are quite happy, except for the fact that TV and Internet do not return until 11:45AM Wednesday. Of course this is small potatoes compared to most. But I will bitch nonetheless.
Saturday 9/20/08
Here I sit listening to some tunes and drinking Bacardi and coke. The insurance adjuster will be out tomorrow to look at our damages (fence, missing shingles, some water damage in a closet, trees on house) and the arborist determined today that none of the three trees could be saved, so they will be hacking them down tomorrow AM. On the plus side, things are pretty much normal for me. I worked all week, Bran finally started her job Thursday (as opposed to the original Monday start date). We were able to go to Buffalo Wild Wings last night with Tom and his brood and today ordered pizza for delivery. The wheels of business must carry on! All in all, Ike treated us alright, even though we are an object of gawking on our street!
I end this with thanks to Brain for his motivational message!
Friday, September 12, 2008
Clocking In
It is 7:56 AM and since the work day starts at 8, it is time to have that first drink. Bacardi and V-8 Fusion, mmm. Well, before the storm rolls in I need to get my wagers in for the weekend and cut a few branches that are near my roof (so as to give the insurance company no excuses when it comes to the new roof I will have).
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Some Things I Like
I like drinking
I like days off
I like drinking on my days off
I like getting paid to drink on my days off
That is the situation that presents itself to me tomorrow. Hurricane Ike is bearing down on the upper Texas Gulf Coast as I type and business is closed tomorrow. In this blogs previous incarnation I had written about the impending doom of Hurricane Rita. Of course nothing came to pass except for a half day of no power and my drunken antics. Ike may not be as powerful but it seems dead set on tagging us. I should experience close to hurricane force winds but it should not be too bad. Perhaps several days with no power. The bar is well stocked and I shall want for nothing except AC.
More to come tomorrow.
I like days off
I like drinking on my days off
I like getting paid to drink on my days off
That is the situation that presents itself to me tomorrow. Hurricane Ike is bearing down on the upper Texas Gulf Coast as I type and business is closed tomorrow. In this blogs previous incarnation I had written about the impending doom of Hurricane Rita. Of course nothing came to pass except for a half day of no power and my drunken antics. Ike may not be as powerful but it seems dead set on tagging us. I should experience close to hurricane force winds but it should not be too bad. Perhaps several days with no power. The bar is well stocked and I shall want for nothing except AC.
More to come tomorrow.
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