inphiltrate nonfiction v.7.5

Went to Sam’s on Saturday for a while. She was having a graduation/birthday party, and I’m always looking for something to do! Took some pictures, had a good time until my stomach started hurting, so I left. I blame the sushi I had on Friday from Drunken Fish.

My Saturday was actually sort of “FML” except for the party. None of the KFCs are accepting the coupon for the free grilled chicken (you can get a raincheck, but that wasn’t going to help me right then), and I’d spent enough eating out last week already, so I went to Subway hoping to use the last of my gift card on something only to find out that their gift card machine is broken. So I had breakfast at like 11 AM and then nothing to eat until 8 PM because of my stomach feeling awful and random fast food places being a bunch of jerks.

Had a pretty awesomely lawl-ful time on AIM late on Saturday night though, and that *almost* made up for it.

For mother’s day, my family went to eat at Café Dominque in Houma. It was amazingly delicious and probably one of the best steaks I’ve ever had.

As we were on our way, I recognized the back of an orange car, and thought it looked familiar. “No way,” I thought. My family was in the truck, so I said, “Is that a new Camaro?” And as we got closer, it WAS. A brand freaking new orange 2010 Chevy Camaro with black racing stripes. The orange and the aqua blue metallic are my 2nd choices for color, in no particular order, so that made it even cooler that I got to see it in a color I liked. I mean, I’m sure there will be a ton of them around soon, but I’m hoping to be able to afford a rally yellow one before they’re as saturated as Mustangs (which I still like) or Chargers (which I still hate, though the new ones do look better).

YES PLEASE.

-Philip

So Jackson, Mississippi was…um, “interesting,” to say the least. Ask me about that on AIM/in person if you haven’t already heard those stories. Good times.

We came back to Michelle’s house on Tuesday morning since they were letting people back into St. Charles Parish, and then Michelle and I tried to go to Houma and got turned around. We tried again on Wednesday and then got turned around again. I knew they weren’t letting people in until Friday, but I still wanted to try because I was hearing stories of people getting in.

All of this time, I couldn’t get in touch with my family so I didn’t even know where they were, but I finally got in touch with them later on Wednesday, and my neighbor had just gotten into Houma and told me that Highway 311 was open, so we set off to try to get into Houma again.

Thibodaux was open, so I planned on going to LA 24 (Main Street) from Highway 90 and telling the cop there that I was going to Thibodaux, but there was no cop on that side of the street, though there was one on the other side. Instead, there were just a bunch of traffic cones. So, after deliberating for a few minutes, I decided to cut through the cones. Sure enough, for whatever reason, the police weren’t blocking 311, they were only blocking people from getting off of 90 onto 311, so I went right on into Houma.

I wish I would’ve thought to charge my camera, but I didn’t, so I don’t have any pictures, but by Wednesday, it wasn’t really that bad. It was absolutely ridiculous that they were keeping people out of Terrebonne Parish until Friday just because of the power being off. When we got there, the crap was already mostly out of the roads and stores, like Rouses, were even opening back up.

My parents’ house just had roof damage and no power until Saturday evening, but my brother got some water in his dining room after the roof leaked (he actually lost a crap-ton of shingles). My sister’s house was alright too, just missing shingles, same as my parents’.

We got a bunch of water, a couple of tarps, and a bunch of MRE’s, which is fantastic, because I love those things, and they’re fun to open just to see what random goodies you get.

Michelle still doesn’t have power, but they’re been running off of her dad’s generator at their house, so they’re okay. We watched Rambo 2008 at their house on Saturday night, even. Gory movie++, hahaha.

So, I went back to Baton Rouge last night. Smooth sailing, though power is still out at a lot of places around here, my apartment is good and it’s so nice to not hear the whining of a generator all day and night long (though, you know, thank God for generators >>).

Had a pot roast and vegetables MRE for lunch today. Yummm!

-Philip