My beloved friend and I share an affinity for hurricanes. When we both lived in Houston, we had many a hurricane party. From driving down to Galveston (well ahead of evacuation orders) to watch the storm driven waves to stocking up on liquor to ride out the storm to bowling the rain away, we’ve ridden put all manner of storms together.
There are no hurricanes of the meteorological kind blowing in this Thanksgiving. But the libation kind? Those are always around. We make ours New Orleans style, because what else can you do?
The morning may have been frustrating with missing packages and too many people at the stores, but the afternoon has seen the troubles floating away in the gentle breeze of a hurricane. Happy day before Thanksgiving.