R.I.P. "King"

First of all, Thank you Jennifer and Kevin for being kind and considerate enough to drive out to the station in the bad weather to make sure I wasn't going to drive home. It meant alot......but I'm sorry for being an asshole and proclaiming that I knew better than to leave and go home. Of couse, you are never going to read this b/c ummm.....like 3 people actually know about this blog. So, well, if you read this, tell them thanks for me or whatever.

Now.........

So last Tuesnight was bad weather night for Northeast Mississippi. Adam and I had been at the station trying to desperately get work done that was overdue. The storm started setting in badly....and so was our hunger. I knew I couldn't go home for another few hours b/c of the weather, and there were only 2.75 slices of pizza left in the fridge at the station. (that would NEVER be enough for Adam and I to split.) So, finally the power started to blink, and we knew that we shouldn't start any work b/c soon the power would go out and erase/foul up any work we were doing. So, we decided to go find food. Real good food. Well, as we were driving up to the square in Bruce, we saw the entire north-west side of town had NO power. Our decision was to go to the Pizza Palace. Like clockwork, as soon as I pulled into the parking place, the tornado siren went off. Wonderful. I'm stuck in Bruce, I'm hungry, and I'm about to die. So, like retards we stroll into Pizza Palace like it's lunch hour. Bill has shut down, and seems like he is trying to run us out of the Palace. (thinking about it, it's kind of like we were driving, and sought the nearest shelter when the siren went off.)

So, disappointed we left, and as we made it 350° around the square the sirens stopped. Everything else closed (at only 8pm) we sadly went back to the station. From the highway, we saw the Morgan's had just returned from Calhoun City. Also, as we were in the parking lot, we watched as the power blinked, then went off. We saw the station go dark. Well, we were screwed. I wanted to go home, and Adam had work to do. But, you see......when you work at a TV station, there's really no work you can do when the power's off. Well, you can do sorting and things, but our emergency lights don't have batteries, so the control room is 100% dark.

The Morgans left us with a tiny flashlight, an almost spent scented candle, and 2.75 slices of pizza and two flavors of Sprite (Sprite and Sprite Zero). So, after they left, Adam drove his car onto the front sidewalk so we could listen to SuperTalk MS. After the pizza I found two cans of Dry-Roasted Peanuts.

So, after the bad part of the storm subsided, there was only light rain.....and LOTS of water in the parking lot. Well, finally the power came on....but we stayed where we were. Just like a bunch of dickholes with work to be done. From somewhere in the far reaches of my brain I had a memory from when I was a kid with my brother. We had a big hole where our swimming pool used to be, and one day after a heavy rain we took all the soda cans we had been saving, and played pirates and shot them with a BB gun. I got the idea of sailboats. So......somehow I said the word "sailboat" and we set to work and spending the next half hour making paper boats to sail in the parking lot. (Mind you, we are approaching our mid-20s.) Adam made his boat a vessel to light on fire and burn the dead King. (I saw it in that movie with Sean Connery) Mine just consited of an upside down styrofoam cup with paper suffed in the bottom to keep it steady. Well, these things sailed like mad. Mine got caught in seaweed, and we had to send a rescue boat. Adam didn't put much thought into the rescue boat——it failed.

Finally, to end the best waste of time ever we put together a message in a bottle. That thing has either hit the Tombigbee by now.....or is in the field 30 yards away.

So the power came on, the rain died down and I went home.

I hate to be hypocritical, but I really want to buy a BB gun now and shoot cans during the next flash flood. (I hate guns....but I guess a BB gun is safe and not really a gun.)