The first day after winning my blog award, Mother Nature literally rained on my parade.
Mother Nature on the left, Leon on the right
The hurricane that passed through DC yesterday was relatively mild compared to how it hit other parts of the country. What threw a monkey wrench in my plans for the day was the fact that it knocked out the power in my part of town from 10:30 A.M. until almost 8:00 P.M.
This meant that once my laptop battery died, I had no computer access, and it was pouring down raining so I would have to brave the heavy rain and go out to find a coffeeshop or bookstore to update the site from. Now, I love you readers dearly, but damn all that! I’m not catching pneumonia for y’all. I can imagine what some of you all would be saying at my funeral: “Boy that Leon was a dedicated blogger. A damned fool, but dedicated. I can’t believe he literally died for that silly little site of his. Is there going to be food after this service?”
I only had three plans for Saturday:
- Write some stand-up material and update the site with a brief entry
- Go to the gym and workout
- Stop by the grocery store
Ask me how many of these things actually got done? If you guessed “Not a single one“, you’d be correct. A negative thinker, but correct nonetheless.
I ended up taking my umbrella and walking a couple of blocks to Sweet Mangos to get a large jerk chicken sandwich, since I could not cook anything without building some kind of open flame on the front porch. After eating the entire thing in one sitting, I ended up laid out on the bed in the same position as the poor fellow in the “N*gga’d Out 2.0″ entry from my friend Jam’s blog, Conversate Is Not A Word
Once some friends revived me from my state of chicken paralysis, we went to the movies after calling theaters to see which were open. Thankfully, Tropic Thunder provided enough laughs to take my mind off of my unaccomplished tasks for the day.
When we left the movie, the sun returned and replaced the heavy rains of earlier. I went home, only to discover that I was still in the dark. Needless to say, I went from Happy Leon, to ListenToLeon, to Angry Black Man, to The High Yellow Incredible Hulk in record time. As soon as I finished cursing the day that every Pepco employee was ever born, the lights suddenly returned. I smiled, then took back my wish for the Pepco people to get stomped in the nuts by gay chihuahuas. Alls well that ends well, I guess!
Geez, I guess us Jerseyans got lucky…it rained heavily for a couple of hours and Hanna was out….
Stay bloggin’, Leon…
Y’all really need to leave my Uncle Skeeter alone. He got watermelon food allergies.
Man, given what little effect Hanna had out here in Beltsville, I couldn’t believe the pics coming from northern VA with cars floatin’ and what not.
lol leon your silly but are u going to do a reveiw for the movie?
THAT SUCKS
LOL… You don’t know shit about rain and hurricanes until you’ve lived in Florida my man! ;)
lmao@ gay chihuahuas.