Hurricane Hangover

What a week, month, year, and especially Hurricane season it has been! First, there was Harvey, then Irma, Jose, and now Maria. My personal hurricane hangover is due to Irma. That bad bitch…

It all started on Labor Day morning. I was casually lounging in bed ready for a run and a relaxing day at the pool. My boyfriend on the other hand was frantic—“it’s coming, the hurricane is coming! We need to go shopping”. Let’s just say I felt it was a boy who cried wolf situation. He’s an island child who LOVES to follow hurricanes. He will talk at length about where to go during hurricanes, what we will need to prepare, and so on and so forth. Anyway, I begrudgingly followed him to Walmart and was so sour at spending $157 on hurricane supplies. The hurricane shopping was busy that day, but not impossible. All the supplies were on the shelf, nobody was arguing…you get the picture. I decided I’d leave my gas and cash errands for the next day and ended up squeezing a small slice of a pool day.

The following day, Tuesday, panic ensued. Like, panic for the WHOLE freaking state of Florida. And for pretty good reason too—I’m no hurricane expert, but essentially the whole peninsula was in the “cone of uncertainty”. I squeaked by on getting gas and money at lunch before everything went real cray cray. Gas lines, followed by no gas at all, bottled water shortages, no plywood, etc. Yep, boyfriend- 1, Dina-0. No regrets on getting all that stuff out of the way before the madness.

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