Rock you like a hurricane.

Now that I've moved back to California, I'm all nostalgic for last year's once-in-a-generation hurricane season. It was good times. We never evacuated, even though we were in the evacuation zone for a couple of the storms, and our idea of "stocking up" extended only to filling up our gas tanks and running down to the 7-11 for Oreos and cheese dip. Even on the day of Ivan's landfall, we still managed to find the only restaurant open in all of Fort Lauderdale. (Hint: go to gaytown. These people will ALWAYS want somewhere to go so they can be served drinks.) But anyway, I thought I'd post the best pictures from last year, just for shits 'n' giggles.