This weekend, hurricane Irene is predicted to make her appearance in Maryland where I live. She has already been wreaking havoc on the entire east coast and appears to be savoring the attention. Typical drama queen!
It stands to reason that we would have a hurricane this weekend because Dan and I were planning to take his parents to Ocean City in a few days.
The last time Dan and I were in OC during a bad storm, I did not score many points in the “good wife” category.
It happened one November weekend, many years ago. We scampered off for a long tryst away without the kids… a date-night-extended kind of thing. Saturday was unseasonably warm and balmy for November. (That should have been the first sign trouble was coming!) With only a light jacket on, we spent the entire afternoon out and about coming back long enough early evening to change our clothes and scoot out for dinner.
Then the blackout occurred. (Second sign there would be trouble!) I don’t mean we lost power in our condo, I meant all of Ocean City went black. Nothing, nada. No traffic lights, no condo lights, no restaurant signs lit… nothing. I remember reading about blackouts occuring in some of the major cities but it was the first time we had ever personally experienced one. It freaked me out!
Somehow, we made it to our car and decided to drive to Salisbury for dinner instead. (NOTHING gets in the way of me having dinner…. NOT on date-night-extended!) I remember driving over the bridge out of Ocean City and looking back seeing nothing but darkness. Very eerie.
When we returned, it was a little before 10:00 pm. We were in the living area watching TV when suddenly I heard a train. I thought this was a little unusual since there were no trains on the show we happened to be watching but, hey, who am I to judge the sound effect choices of the movie industry? Suddenly, the building began to shake. Violently. Within seconds the train whistle got louder, the building shook even more violently, and a loud BANG announced the departure of the sliding glass door in our bedroom.
Do you remember the old time cartoon “Mighty Mouse?” The little mouse who, upon sensing danger, would sing “here I come to say the daaaaay” before flying off with his cape? Well, Dan must have watched too many episodes as a youngster because he immediately sprung into action, ran into the room, picked up the knocked down fiberglass door and attempted to hold it upright as the violent winds ripped the curtains to shreds and rain poured into the condo in voluminous buckets.
“Mighty Mouse” was a good 40 pounds lighter than what he is today and to this day, the thought that my very thin husband even THOUGHT he was a force to be reckoned with makes me laugh.
I panicked. Visions of my kids (who just hours before I was grateful to be away from) flashed before my eyes. I feared I would never see them again. So I did what any mother wanting to be with her babies would do…. I grabbed our luggage (which was now soaking wet) and started moving for the door.
This is where the story differs, depending on who tells it. “Mighty Mouse” will tell you that, in a heroic attempt to save his bride and the mother of his beloved children, he turned, just in time to see me (with luggage in hand) heading out the door, screaming “SEE YA!!!”
My version is quite different.
But most times, I plead the fifth.
OK…. It was not my finest moment.
Be safe out there this weekend, everyone!