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The Proverbial Drowned Rat

This will be remembered as Hurricane Stokercon. I'm not going to say much, because I'm exhausted from the day's reading and panels, and from waiting an hour and a half for the worst room service dinner ever, and from the anxiety that the wind pounding the hotel walls has been causing me since before dawn. Currently, it's 38˚F, with a windchill of 25˚F, and I think the rain is beginning to change over to snow. I just heard there was a wind gust on the Cape of 93 mph. The storm is being described as having tropical-storm strength sustained winds, with hurricane-strength gusts. A week ago, I was enjoying balmy Alabama days, days in the lower 80s. Anyway, I have a few things I posted on Facebook earlier today, and I'll leave you with a photo from the window of the room, the city yesterday evening before the storm began:

~ Just awoke to the Biltmore being lashed by wind and rain. The nor'easter is here. Providence could see gusts to 70mph.

~ Oh, these uncouth yankees. Room service bringing me eggs, but no Tabasco sauce?

~ Trapped in a hurricane-besieged hotel in Providence, at the mercy of overpriced room service. Etcetera.

~ I'm pretty sure that hamburger was cooked in 1972.

Aunt Beast

4:58 p.m. (yesterday)


Mar. 3rd, 2018 03:25 am (UTC)
Tabasco is an essential condiment on eggs for me. As for that hamburger, if its vintage that probably explains why it costs more.

That weather sounds brutal. You two hang in there. But if you get carried off to Oz, send a postcard.