Recovering From Rita - Part 2

SUBTITLE: The Truly Tragic (Seriously) Parts


THE GREATEST ICE CREAM IN THE WORLD.

I realized late in the evening this past Thursday that I was the proud but suddenly even more nervous owner of two pints of Ben & Jerry's. And that one of the pints was the flavor pictured above (the greatest ice cream in the world). The other was the provocatively named Karamel Sutra (schwing). Hurricane Rita was bearing down. It was bedtime. We fully expected to lose electricity to our home (freezer) for at least several hours after the storm hit. I couldn't bear the thought of losing this ice cream to the storm. We took extraordinary steps. We filled a cooler with ice. We tucked the Ben & Jerry's into a plastic bag. We put the ice cream in the cooler. We violated maximum posted speed limits slightly during our exfiltration of the greater Houston metroplex. And as soon as we got to my dad's we stored the ice cream in his freezer. It was barely soft.

It was saved.

Then Saturday afternoon when we left to come back to Houston we skipped all of the steps before the "we violated maximum posted speed limits" step. In other words, we done drove off and forgot the ice cream in my dad's freezer. Both pints. Heartbreak Hotel.

Curse you, Hurricane Rita.
There's no recovering from a loss like that.


The next tragedy is my wife's. Last night, at about 7:45 p.m. Houston time (15 minutes before the season premiere of Desperate Housewives), the cable went out. This show is important to lots of thirtysomething women, including my wife. She likes it. She was really looking forward to seeing it. I had a desperate housewife on my hands!

And because we were one of the few families in our neighborhood to have cable immediately after the storm and prior to the outage last night, we attribute this vicious blow (pun intended) to Hurricane Rita. Rightly or wRongly. According to the Houston Chronicle, it is unclear whether Rita is to blame.