WOW!!! I am a total shit-weather magnet, I swear!!
So, My D and I planned a good little weekend out. I checked the weather before I headed down to Macon and the WORST it showed was cloudy skies. I can deal with that. Looked at going to a Braves game on Friday and Saturday (D has never been to a pro-baseball game so, it wasn't to see the Braves.... it was just for the experience only. They played the Mets.... come on). Anyway, go figure, it rained on Friday. No problem. Just hung out with D and had a good time, regardless of the rain (get your mind out of the gutter) and no ballgame. Watched the weather Friday night and it called for some rain over night but Saturday afternoon was going to be really nice. Cool. Plan A still a go. Or so I thought. I woke up at about 5 am Saturday morning (we stayed at a hotel Friday night) and went outside for a smoke. It was a little breezy.... ok, a lot breezy, but at 5 am, I was too tired to notice. Though I did hear a siren. Not your typical police siren.... this siren was constant. I thought, "hmmm, this is an odd time to be having an air raid siren test (we had an air raid siren across the street from my house growing up, so, it wasn't unusual for me). I went back into the room and D was up so we decided to get up and have our coffee and go outside and smoke. Well, the wind had picked up quite a bit, but again, nothing untolerable. THEN, the lights went off.... at the hotel, the street lights, EVERYTHING!!! ummmmm..... hmmm.. Kerri does NOT like the dark.... AT ALL! So, needless to say, they requested that everyone GATHER in the lobby and the breakfast room, since it was the first and safest floor......BECAUSE THERE WAS A TORNADO THAT JUST TOUCHED DOWN A MILE OR SO AWAY!!!! Now, at 5 am, you would think everyone would be groggy and sleepy. OH HELL NO! I think we had a bunch of women who were on their first "girls weekend away" trip. They were acting like a bunch of teenage girls. Huddling, squealing, acting like a bunch of cattle being hearded in to the barn. Darren and I just sat by the window, having our coffee. Of course we heard the, "GET AWAY FROM THE WINDOW!" First off, do not tell me what to do. But, especially don't tell Darren what to do! That is a big NO NO!! Secondly, the tornado had already come and gone at this point and there was no wind or rain. THE ELECTRICITY WAS OUT!!! Jeesh!!! These people were on the verge of singing Kumbaya... holding hands, sitting in a circle, freaking out because there would be no hot breakfast served due to no power. Really? You think you'll perish from not having breakfast?? Ok, maybe I'm becoming a TORNADO PRO, due to having two hit near me within a month and one taking part of my roof off... I don't know. I do know this.... after the tornado hits and the wind and rain stop, it's over. That's it. These people were acting like we were being hit with the tsunami that hit Japan and we were just all going to die here.
These people were just SO loud and SO dramatic..... uggghhh..... The lady who makes breakfast was being heckled because there would be no hot breakfast! So out comes the fruit, cereal bars and anything else she could get her hand on. I swear these women thought we were dying! Calling people on their cell phones, panicking, doing the, "if I don't make it, hug the dog for me," kind of shit..... uggh.. Darren and I went back upstairs, in the dark, and went back to bed. Got up and it was BEAUTIFUL out.
The point of this story is this....... if you are planning on doing anything outdoors, DON'T INVITE ME!!! I bring tornados....... I'm a shit weather magnet. Other than that, a GREAT weekend with my D! Oh, and by the way, the last time I went to Macon, yep, you guessed it, they had a tornado. I rest my case.
My blogs are about whatever is ticking me off or interesting me at that moment. Usually all my posts are written from the bathtub, since THIS is where I do my best thinking!
