ISAACAPALOOZA

Artfully crafted to-do lists.
Prospective shows to attend.
Fridges stocked with shrimp and hard cider.
Mama's ready for you, fall!

But, just as that fall ball was about to get rolling, in came Isaac, stopping us all in our happy little tracks. Friends began skipping town, headed north to the alleged mead and honey. Water, and more importantly Miller High Life, began flying off the shelves. And as the song "Should I Stay or Should I Go" played on repeat in your head, you packed a bag.

Okay, picture of my dog. I'll need that.
One pair of gym shorts. (Big mistake).
Yahtzee. Duh.

You make the executive decision to stay, unwilling to be deprived of the so-called hurrication- the fabulous idea revolving around porch-culture: excessive drinking, mindless eating and unified sweating. As the storm approaches, you wonder what the funk they were talking about- blue skies and a beautiful breeze. Soon enough, you're trapped with the wisely chosen individuals your started with, waiting out the tremendous powers of nature. And, it's a hoot.

The aftermath of spending 2.5 days in hurrication nation is as such: great memories of storm stories, uncontrollable perspiration due to lack of power and the loss of that beloved shrimp in the fridge. But one thing remains beyond the empty wine bottles, and that's solidarity. We all got crapped on, together, folks. We all had to miss a few shows and a little bit of Southern Decadence. And we're all a bit behind.

But hey, September's lookin' might fine so far. So let's take a whack at those to-do lists, hit those shows and pound that cider.

More coming soon, pals.

-NFB