Okay, so that's a little dramatic. It's more like "Party Preparations Begin".

The first squalls are beginning to pass through the area. If you've never been through a hurricane before, the first bands come through very fast, almost as fast as a car driving past your house.

The neighbors have stocked up on all the supplies neccesary for a low level Cat 1 storm (beer, batteries, scotch [DAMMIT, I knew I forgot something. Fuck. Oh well.], and beer). There's even talk of a mid-evening cornhole matchup. Don't really see that happening, but where there's enough PBR, there's a way.

Looks like Ike is firming up his plans to do South Beach; which I think won't be too bad. He's not a 4 like he was yesterday, and maybe passing over the islands will slow him down further.

The low pressure system is exacerbating The Wife's migraine tendencies. She just muttered something about how childbirth can't possibly hurt any more than this. She's pretty nauseous.

I'll post again later on.

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