Cabin Fever
You don’t realize how a hurricane gasoline shortage affects your town until you’re suffering through the aftermath with everybody else.
No restaurants were open on Saturday night. Well, a few were, but those were PACKED. I ended up feeding my children beignets and ice cream for dinner. Our only other choice was canned chili or canned soup… aGAIN.
Same thing on Sunday. No pho. No dim sum. A long, long line at 59 Diner. We saw cars at Houston’s, pulled in and checked the door. Unlocked. Yes! It was time to eat the best hamburgers that eating-out-budget money can buy.
Until we walked in and a hot sweaty kitchen peep told us that they were desperately preparing to open… six hours from right then.
We ended up at a place in the Village called El Meson. It was okay. Half the staff was obviously missing.
The restaurants that were open made tons of money, obviously.
The sucky, sucky, crappy thing is that my kids’ schools aren’t reopening until Wednesday. Guess who’s taking her kids to work tomorrow.
The library wasn’t open today. I thought the mail was running because the mail carrier was hanging out in our apt’s clubhouse today. But, no. No mail.
The grocery stores still don’t have milk. The DVD machines don’t have DVDs. Our cable went out last night and didn’t come back on until this afternoon.
I’ll be glad when everything’s back to normal. I didn’t realize how spoiled I was until now. And I don’t care. I just want my restaurants, my groceries, and my movies back, before I go insane.
