Ike Is On the Way

Our conversation on the way downtown to the Hotel is about a lovely young friend who is excited to be going to a big hair expo in Minnesota- one of those huge extravaganzas of "Concept Hair".
I can't get over how funny the idea of "Concept Hair" is to me. David opines that for some people, hair is only a concept, and we laugh.

Then, we notice the traffic on the other side of the highway.
All of 75 northbound is a clogged-up parking lot, slowly inching painfully northward.
Who are all of these people heading north at 8:45pm?
It's been hot and sunny here, and I forgot about the monster raging down in the gulf, a storm as large as all of Texas.

The hurricane is on the way and folks have been told it's deadly to stay in Galveston.
Even Houston has emptied out.
Gas prices have have shot up in anticipation of the big Houston refineries shutting down during the wild weather.

The Hotel is occupied by plenty of evacuees.
That's the kind of evacuee I'd like to be...holed up in a luxury hotel, suffering through elegant food and spa treatments.
During Hurricane Katrina, we had folks drive up from the south in their Rolls-Royce to wait out the storm at the Hotel.
That's just so Auntie Mame: "Ito, fire up the Royce; we're blowing this pop-stand until the Great Deluge is over!"
It seems to me that money doesn't buy happiness, it doesn't buy freedom, but it does buy choices.
Do more choices make us happier?