People will often tell you that hurricanes suck. Assuming that a tree didn't puncture your roof or your photos didn't get flooded or your grandmother didn't float away, those people are full of crap. Here's how it goes down:
It's a hurricane! Everybody get prepared for the wacky weather! By prepared, they mean board up your windows and buy every bottle of booze in Louisiana. Hurricane hits!
Power out and school cancelled for two weeks. What do you do then? You get all of your buddies in the neighborhood together and do nothing for DAYS except the following:
1) Play hurricane football on the lawn of the Louisiana state capitol
2) Cook and eat every goddamn thing you have, because your fridge ain't keepin' it for long what with its no power and all.
3) Drink like crazy until your liver leaks out of your bunghole
4) Smoke
5) Play Risk by candlelight
6) Invite pretty much every 20-something within a 5-block radius to come to your house for all of the aformentioned, as well as THE most raucous, amazing all-90s candlelight acoustic guitar singalong EVER. My most outstanding memory of Hurricane Gustav has nothing to do with the hurricane and everything to do with this:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7hxe85iErewFOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRR THE LIFE OF ME, I-IIIIIIIIIIIII CAN NOT REMEMBER! WHAT MADE US
THINK THAT WE WERE WISE, AND WE'D NEVER COMPROMISE.
