…is when Gustav is supposed to come a knocking on Louisiana’s door. The helicopters I’m hearing are real. We’re as ready as we can be here in Baton Rouge unless someone has invented some type of battery powered force field-esque falling tree defense that I’m unaware of. In which case I don’t have one. Losing power is always a big inconvenience but the only thing that I’m really worried about is trees on the ground and the house.
So we’re pretty much just bummin’ around waiting for this thing to happen and doing anything that requires electricity that we will not be able to do for a few days (washing clothes and dishes mainly). We’re not really nervous about the storm at this point, you pretty much have to take what it gives you, and all the anticipation is kind of fun in a weird way (see Alex’s entry on the matter for more on that). I bought the last items on my hurricane supply list on Friday: a half gallon of Maker’s Mark and a half gallon of Bombay gin, so at the least we’ll be able to weather the storm in a fashion befitting the southeastern Louisiana aesthetic. Unfortunately ice is already hard to come by so lukewarm cocktails might rule the day. But you make do with what you have.
The next week might be a tough one but unless we get a direct hit from a tree, assume that Maddie Potter and I are fine down here in the Red Stick. I’ll be updating our status as power and internet availability allow.
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