(Wrote this post in bits and pieces from Sunday until right now, early Weds am...the names mentioned in this post are fictitious...or at least that's what I promised I'd say)
8:37 pm EDT
That’s when the power (electricity and landline phone) was restored. Cable access and cell access still down.
We have ELECTRICITY!! YES! Thanks FPL...you totally rock!
Don’t really know where to start or what to say.
This Hurricane Frances was not fun at all...not one bit.
We did manage to have fun, tho.
Quinn and Kevin and Jillian are the very best people you can ever hope to be cooped up with in a natural disaster. Very innovative, creative, and ever so slightly wacked. It also helped that we had plenty of ice, Coke, M&M’s and alcohol. Thank Goodness For ALCOHOL!
So far, we’ve killed off the Maker’s Mark, Johnny Walker Red (the really tall bottle), Jack Daniels, Capt Morgan, Skye Vodka, half way thru Ketel One, all the beer, most of the root beer, and we had just started on the Powerade and Ketel One.
We’ve played TONS of card games....Poker, Go Fish, President, Bullshit (which we renamed ‘W’). I also learned I cannot lie worth a damn, so playing Bullshit/W was not very fun for me.
The not lying part did come in handy when we played Truth or Dare. Learned some very interesting things about my roomies. Let’s just leave things at that. What happens at Kathy’s stays at Kathy’s...words to live by!
Like I mentioned earlier, the hurricane part in and of itself was not fun at all. It took forever to get here and with the power out , there was a lot of ‘is it here yet’? combined with edgyness and frustration. And once it got here...whoa.....it was a monster. Frances howled all night. It scared the crap out of me...Jillian too. I crashed on the couch, too scared to sleep in my room. Jillian did the same on the floor next to the couch.
Never have I ever (hmmm, that was another one of the games we played) seen or heard winds like this. It was unreal...more like surreal. And it didn’t let up....it just didn’t stop. I kept praying it would, but no, it took its sweet time to leave. As someone who fled CA after the Loma Prieta Earthquake to come to FL, the irony of being terrified in a hurricane had me making comparison’s thru-out the night. And the conclusion I reached? I am a wimp...and don’t like natural disasters. And as Kevin says, Vermont is looking better and better with each passing day.
Once the night passed and daylight finally arrived, we were out the door as soon as we woke. The temperature inside the house was in the mid-90’s all night and we were about to pass out.
Walking outside, I knew how Dorothy must have felt after the tornado. The 40+ foot tree that graced the greenbelt outside my house was uprooted...and the two taller trees off to the right side of the driveway were uprooted as well.
We took a walk half-way around my complex before being forced back inside by the rain...almost all the larger trees were destroyed. Incredibly surreal. It made us realize how lucky we’d been.
Passed the day doing what we’d been doing all along...drinking, playing cards, Kevin and Quinn playing the guitar, drinking some more, telling stories, discussing politics and sustainable, renewal energy resources and how all homes should have BBQ’s, especially when they encounter a hurricane. Yeah Quinn...I got the message. BBQ is now on my list of must-have’s for the next hurricane.
It was still pouring outside, but at least we were able to sit on the back patio, which was maybe 3 degrees cooler than the 96 degrees it was inside....you think I’m kidding?? Ask Jillian...I’m not!
Around 6 the need for warm food led Kevin to put 4 cans of soup on his engine block for several hours...and at 8:10 we had a very hot gourmet meal of soup in a plastic cup, with chocolate blackout cake and ice cold milk for dessert.
And right in the middle of Kevin’s impression of Bill Cosby feeding his kids chocolate cake for breakfast, the power came back on.
We screamed. Then cheered. Then screamed some more....USA USA USA...don’t ask me why...it was spontaneous. Kevin attempted to throw Quinn the in lake behind my house. Jillian and I blew out all the candles. And we heated food up in the microwave just because we could.
We were happy and it was over.
Baruch Ata Adonai...thank God!
Now, several days after the fact, I am still amazed by just how lucky we were. Many Floridians are still without power. Incredible damage to homes, boats, trees. Estimates for damages are between 8-13 billion.
This was huge.
Thanks Quinn, Kevin and Jillian for helping me get thru this. I hope when you look back on the summer of 2004, you will recall your initiation into the Hurricane Club with more happy memories than anything else.
Too bad we never took any pictures, huh???