Jeez, it’s been a crazy few days.
Definitely bloggable, had I had the time to sit down and do it, which I didn’t until now.
Short version:We're safe and sound in Charleston.
On Monday we got locked-down on campus because there was a report of a gunman on the loose…EVERYBODY PANIC! He was described as being a 6-1 white male wearing a black ski mask, black Pink Floyd T-shirt, jeans, and red and green sneakers. If that sounds like a fairly complete description from the guy who interrupted the alleged apartment burglary attempt, we all thought so too. Read on… Anyway, so at around 4:30 we all got the ALERT, and were told to stay put. When the classes changed at 4:45 I hotfooted it to the car to go get my baby from daycare… safety in numbers, I reasoned. I drove by the scene and saw nothing awry.
Well, at 5:10 they locked all of campus down, effectively stranding DJ in his office. Classes were canceled, there was much wringing of hands and controlled freaking out. At 7 or so they let everyone resume normal activities, but not before the news of the Dark Side of the Campus hit national media.
Tuesday morning the kid admitted he’d made the whole thing up. Apparently he’s already changed his cell number and withdrawn from school based on all the shit he’s getting from other students. Oh, and not to mention the fact that he’s now under arrest and facing some serious charges. Nice job, dude.
At noon it indeed began to rain. And rain. And rain. By the time I picked up zee bebeh at 5:00, the roads were quite treacherous in town – the retaining wall at a popular hotel/bar actually fell down onto the highway, blocking traffic for a bit. The closer I got to our house (DJ was in town for his radio show at 7 pm), the more I knew that we might be in trouble.
And yes, we were. The rains came down and the floods came up, and the Watauga River had risen up and swallowed our road in one great NOM NOM NOM Cookie Monsterish bite. That's what happens when instead of the anticipated 2 inches of rain, you actually get closer to 6. In 5 hours.
(Please enjoy this 20-second Photoshop I did to illustrate the above point)
So I headed back to town to a hotel, since it was apparent that we weren’t going home anytime soon. We tried to get back to the house a few more times after the rain stopped, but even after the waters receded, trees had fallen and blocked what was left of the road. We had no worries about the house- it is built about as far above the river as is possible, but our concern was for poor Max. I know he thought we were never coming home, and our secondary concern was that a dog can only hold it for So long. [Starvation was never a concern…that’s a little joke for those of you who have met our 100 lb. gentle beast.]
We headed out again at daybreak – DJ finally got back to the house at 10. Max was indeed happy to see him, and on the ensuing walk, it was reported that Max “shit the world”. That’s what happens when you have a Good Doggie who will not go in the house, even if he really needs to. We only found one area where he’d peed ever so slightly.
So we packed in a flurry for Charleston, DJ headed out, and I made it into work around 1:00 with approximately 100 projects to finish before I had to leave again at 2:00. I didn’t finish them all. I have spent the morning here working on them from the hotel- I’m sure the quality is just great.
So we’ve set up shop here for a bit. I have 2 events to shoot here today, and then the rest depends on how well the team decides to play.
Please don’t try to go break into our house while we’re gone- my shotgun-wielding neighbor promised to look after it for us, and I really don’t want to clean up your splatter when I get back. I already have a doggie urine stain to get out of the rug.
PS- there was a Zombie Crawl last night in town. I cannot believe that I missed it. That's like missing Christmas for a freak like me. It paaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiinnnns me to have missed it. (If you groan "pains", it is supposed to sound like "brains". Like a zombie would say it. It's a little undead joke, get it?)
PSS- I LOLed. More than once.