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thebratqueenAs serious as it is I have to admit watching the hurricane coverage for New Orleans is giving me a feeling of nostalgia. One of the last years I was there was a year when the city got hit with a hurricane every Friday every week at least five times in a row (if I recall correctly, the number was the same as the amount of games the Saints had won that year, thus proving that it's not wise to go against God's plan for football. Or nature.)
For the most part NOLA gets a nasty storm and/or flood at least once a year. There's a saying that you know you're a native New Orleanian when every so often you own waterfront property. It's scary, but the town does have a sense of humor about it. I remember one time driving around town with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cin1607 so we could find somewhere safe to put her car, and the radio station playing songs like "Don't Drink the Water" and "Closing Time" as the storm curfew got near. Bars in the French Quarter served hurricanes at discount prices. My friends and I also walked through Audobon Park for one last bit of fresh air before we had to shut ourselves away in our apartment. And if you think we were crazy you should've seen the guys in the park who were playing one last golf game.
Of course nothing beats after the fact, when the storm had passed and I was dealing with tourists who - tsk - could not believe that tours had been cancelled, or that hotels weren't offering them full staff and services. Or, even better, during the storm when the rain came, the winds howled, the power cut out and my roommate,catscradle cracked open the emergency closet, gestured to our carefully hoarded tins of spam, tuna, and the like, and said "It's official, now we can eat this stuff."
For the most part NOLA gets a nasty storm and/or flood at least once a year. There's a saying that you know you're a native New Orleanian when every so often you own waterfront property. It's scary, but the town does have a sense of humor about it. I remember one time driving around town with
cin1607 so we could find somewhere safe to put her car, and the radio station playing songs like "Don't Drink the Water" and "Closing Time" as the storm curfew got near. Bars in the French Quarter served hurricanes at discount prices. My friends and I also walked through Audobon Park for one last bit of fresh air before we had to shut ourselves away in our apartment. And if you think we were crazy you should've seen the guys in the park who were playing one last golf game. Of course nothing beats after the fact, when the storm had passed and I was dealing with tourists who - tsk - could not believe that tours had been cancelled, or that hotels weren't offering them full staff and services. Or, even better, during the storm when the rain came, the winds howled, the power cut out and my roommate,
catscradle cracked open the emergency closet, gestured to our carefully hoarded tins of spam, tuna, and the like, and said "It's official, now we can eat this stuff."