I love hurricanes. I love playing in hurricanes and doing ridiculous things that I shouldn’t do. Let’s travel back in time to August 26, 11 when I asked on my blog, “Dear Hurricane Irene, Wanna Party?” This was my plan:
“Now that I’m older – and slightly wiser, I have decided that I will not spend Hurricane Irene driving around the Fairfax area like an idiot. Instead, Zack and I are going to stay in and watch a disaster movie marathon in BluRay.”
Well, let’s flash forward a bit toward August 28th, 2011, where I got interviewed on Channel 4 news by Shomari Stone in Alexandria because I did exactly what I said I wasn’t going to do and drove around like an idiot in a hurricane:
So… there’s that. The fact of the matter is, apparently it is impossible for me to have a hurricane come my way and not do stupid things. So, I have decided two things:
1. If this hurricane does cause 1 billion in damage like they say it will, they should rename it Stephanie instead of Sandy.
2. I am going to have a hurricane party at my house. This way, at least my stupidity is contained to one area.