I've been commuting to New Orleans (right next to Canal St., across from Bourbon) for about 3 weeks now. This week i walked down Bourbon St. for the first time. Man was that a crazy experience; and that was on a Monday too! Went down to another district near the shore where the houses are smaller than those in the French Quarter with live music, jam sessions, and all kinds of bars. Had an amazing chunks of donuts literally buried in powered sugar inside a bag. I forget what the place is called, but it must be famous.
The Hurricane Gustov approacheth towards us. The company evacuated after lunch. Everybody seemed to be somewhat in a panic. Every piece of electrical equipment was locked in a closet because the building we're in had previously been blown away from Katrina. If Gustov strikes New Orleans dead on, history repeated itself, and i can expect broken glass all over the 15th floor where I work.
Evacuation was fun, for me. While others seemed to be in a state of heightened alert, I felt relaxes and enjoyed the adrenaline of knowing that we are in the path of a hurricane. This is just like when i was in middle school, when i used to see how long i could wait before i got out of the way of a train. Yup, that's right. A moving train on the tracks!! I liked to play in a very controlled yet dangerous environment. That roughly translates to a dare-devil wantabee who's a chicken at heart.
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