Thursday, August 31, 2006
'Curse you Ernesto!'
Armchair Gen. Savin Hill tells of his 'weekend of living dangerously':
Armchair Gen. Savin Hill tells of his 'weekend of living dangerously':
Dateline: Key West
Heard about the 'mandatory' evacuation order for non-residents on Sunday at 1 p.m. while floating in the pool, dark and stormy in hand. Having made reservations for my party at Louie's Backyard, where I knew conch chowder and lamb chops awaited my arrival, I recklessly took the word 'mandatory' rather loosely.
Lost valuable time watching the weather channel to time my departure accurately. Calculated I'd have to arrive at airport at break of dawn - 40 min. earlier than I'd planned, which equals lost time for 1 mojito. Curse you Ernesto! I prepared to fight my way through the panic-stricken throngs the next day, packing a rum bottle on the top of my luggage should I need to wield a weapon. And indeed, my flight was delayed. Our pilot said the fuel truck driver woke up late. A very close call indeed.
