The weather around here has been.. well.. lame. Almost unending thunderstorms for the last couple of days, tornado warnings (complete with annoying sirens), tornado touchdowns all around, hail – it's been brilliant.
Saturday was looking like a decent day to start moving. It was kind of humid, a bit cloudy, and a bit gloomy looking, but (since I hadn't checked the weather) I had no idea what was coming. I loaded my car up and took the quick drive to my new apartment. After eating and doing nothing for awhile, it started to rain. And rain. I started to wish that I had unloaded my car as soon as I got there.
Did I mention that it was raining? Pouring. Torrential. For a few minutes I even got to stand and watch nervously (from a 3rd floor balcony) as my car was pelted with hail. There was some big stuff coming down, but luckily it all avoided my car.
Once the weather let up, I quickly moved my stuff in, and at that point we decided to watch Harold & Kumar Go To Whitecastle. The movie finished up, one thing led to another, and before we knew it Kyle and myself were embarking on a one hour drive through this stupid rain to get to the nearest Whitecastle.
Our Whitecastle journey was pretty uneventful, but afterwards (even now) I have to question why we actually did it.
And everywhere I look, the world is flooded.