Monday morning started early with panic and chaos. At 6 AM the phone started ringing-the message was "If you want to gamble anymore you better go now because we have to leave soon. There's a hurricane coming, they're starting to evacuate Galveston." The only reason I would be gambling at 6 am is if I never came back to the room! Anyway that started the day off dreadfully. It just wound up being a tropical storm. (The malevolent male energy-Edouard). Here's a letter stuck under the door from hotel management. Click to enlarge if you just gotta read it.We gave up our second night and headed home about 6 pm so we wouldn't get trapped on the easily flooded highway east of Houston. Some of us were winners:
Some of us not so much:
Ever since Katrina and Rita, people around here are a little sensitive about tropical storms and hurricanes. Julia was driving us home and I couldn't get her to stop on highway so I could get a good shot of this sign (sometimes she's just too sensible and stuff-lol). It says:
Danger, Will Robinson (not really-heeheehee)
Fill Your Gas Tanks
We made it home without incedent and it still hasn't even rained at my house. I think Lake Charles, LA is getting hammered though-so it's probably a good thing we came back early. I still got a few bucks in my pocket and I can't wait till next time!