I'm sick of these fucking hurricanes and I've had my fill of weatherfucks putting their projected path through my front yard only to move it eighty miles north or south fifteen minutes later.

I'm going to fill the tub with ice and guinness, to hell with the rest of it.

Sounds like a plan.

Don't forget Gatorade.
Good luck, Moisty.

I hear Guinness does wonders for the complexion!

CG and I listned to Tom Waites 14 times tonight...

I'm jealous.
I wanna hang out with you and CG.

Watching NOAA radar, first large band passed through Havana and about an hour or two from hitting Key West.

I may be north of the projected impact, but those damned tropical force bands can still reach me.

I've already lost one of my fruiting 'nana trees to earlier winds, hope I don't lose my last one with nanas on it this time. (lost two last year, ripened them by hanging the large bunch in my computer room--- have one already this year!)


Two beers, one sujo,and two SV 65's to weather it out!


Oh yes, and some bottled water too!

Enough about you,
I want to hear about Tom Waits and the party!

Banana trees are beautiful. Doesn't it take years to get them to bear fruit? I hope they make it. More importantly, I hope you're safe.

You have real banana trees?

Wow, good luck, I hope everything makes it.

Thanks, I'm not sure how long they take. I've got about 10 trees at various ages and was suprised to see a crop again this year.



Tom who?

Good luck to you. Keep us posted as long as the power holds out.

Not sure if I'm going to work in the morning so I'm getting shitfaced just in case. I went to the north jetty this afternoon, it was packed. Seems the bitch is throwing us some decent surf...







If I wake up in cuba tomorrow I'll find an inner tube.

How's the weather Raindog?

Guiness holding out?

Good thing dark beers are best at warmer temps, ice cold may be hard to come by for a few days.

The moisty mutt might've gotten a good blow dry for his furry coat. Hope ya'll are well down there!


BTW my nanas had no problemo up here.

The storm woke me up at 5am. I had set the alarm for six and beat the shit out of the clock before I realized that the house was shaking and the alarm was not the cause of it.

Still a bit drunk and not yet awake I stumbled to the front door to look outside. It wouldn't open, I did the lock again, still unlocked and yanked the door. Bad idea, the wind sucked me forward and I nearly fell through the screen. I got my bearings and went into close the fucking door mode except now it won't close. I managed to get behind the fucking thing and get it shut.

By this time whatever residual buzz that I had went away and was replaced with a dull thud in my skull. I laid down on the couch and turned on the TV, the weatherman says there is a hurricane warning in effect for my county, I'm amazed. I hear a creaking outside and get up to look out the window just in time to see my neighbors carport take flight. It lifts, settles and then lifts again. I swear the thing hovers for a second as if looking for the transformer then it goes like a bullet. It hit a few feet below it on the pole but slid up, managed a perfect explosion and the lights go out.

At this point I was wishing the house would cave in so I passed out on the couch.

Three hours later I wake up, the house is still shaking but there is some daylight so I grabbed a beer.

sounds very cool and very scary at the same time..

good thing you have booze to help you out.

Still with us????

No

... funny Rainy.

And Kirk, yeah, it was so cool... we used your silver green-man thingy and then Tom Waites stopped by and we sang 'Martha' all night long whilst schnockered on the WDL and Rat Shit!!!

Yeah.

Damn man, poor RainDog's a goner..........

Too bad you don’t have a picture of their motto:

“Hangovers installed and serviced.”

Great story, Raindog. Glad you made it through OK.

Reads a lot like the story I got from my Dad after that hurricane (Wilma) left your area and ripped through his trailer park in Ft. Lauderdale.

He thought he would just ride things out (HA!) until shit started banging real hard and he went outside with his Budwieser to enjoy the sights. He sat there and watched his neighbor's roof peel away... then their shared carport started lifting up. The support poles with their embedded concrete footings ripped right out of the driveway, and the whole thing flew up and folded over another neighbor's roof, concrete and all. A tree fell and smashed someone's double-wide in half.

It was at this point he figured, "holy , I guess I'd better get the hell out then..."

He damn near had his arm ripped off opening the door to his truck, trying to throw his half-rack of beer in.

Somehow, he managed to get going, but had to stop at the entrance to the trailer park. He was afraid to turn into the crosswind, thinking he would blow over. As he was sitting there waiting for a lull or who knows what... along comes an ENTIRE tree blowing down the road at 30mph, heading right for him. Luckily, it only grazed his truck, albeit scraped by a few limbs.

After a few more tribulations and nearly being blown off an overpass, he finally made his way to suitable shelter.

At least, like you, he knew what was important...

Hands up; who read that?

Ha!

I feel like CG, but there were too many words in that post.

yeah, i ignored that post.

but just for you guys:



HEY ASSCLOWN,

Oh, silly me.

Misfit Lounge Translation:

Raindogge, I feel your pain.

In the midst of that damn hurricane, my old man nearly died trying to rescue...












HIS BEER.

Hmm. I read that. I'm glad your dad's OK.

Me too.

Kudos for the noble effort.

your old man sounds cool.

Yep, makes me proud.

He was fortunate as well, since his trailer was one of the few in his park left intact.

Most lost their "Florida" rooms. Others had nothing left but a concrete slab.

Power was out for a month, so he had to go get a generator.

FEMA picked up the tab, and his beer remained chilled.