It's no secret that New Orleans is not only the MURDER CAPITAL, but also a location of fairly regular hurricanes. In the case of a category 3 or higher, there is a mandatory evacuation of the city, and since many people do not have cars here, there is a city-wide assisted evacuation.
Robert Fogharty (who is a very awesome dude) started evacuteer.org to gather and train volunteers from around the city to help others evacuate - right up until the last 12 hours before the storm hits in some instances. As soon as I heard about this I was like "OMFG SIGN ME UP THIS IS AWESOMEZ!"
Not only do I get to help people, but as a wannabe filmmaker, I've got a pass to possibly stay in the city during a hurricane ( I haven't quite worked out how to do this safely yet) and get some very badass footage.
Even though I'm excited about the possibility of this awesome experience, my practical side is starting to ask questions. For example, If I'm working outside at a pick up point for 7 hours at a time, and all of the surrounding businesses are closed (which they will be), then where do I pee? 7 hours is also a long time to carry a backpack, but I will need to have water and snacks on me, and I will definitely need to reapply sunscreen at least once. I know that making this sort of commitment falls into the category of "rouging it," and although I'm not really that type of girl, I REALLY REALLY want to be!
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Monday, September 7, 2009
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
My run in with NOPD
At 9:30 p.m. on Sunday I left home for gas and cigarettes. (I really shouldn't be smoking, either but that is totally beside the point). At a red light I notice the cops stopped beside me--staring.
When the light turns green they get behind me and pull me over, so I'm thinking "oh I probably have a brake light out or something." This tatted up lady cop proceeds to tell me that I "ran a few stop signs." Which I absolutely did not. There weren't even a "few" stop signs between my house and where they pulled me over. Then she said I looked suspicious and asked if I had any weapons in the car and then ran my id.
Meanwhile man cop starts banging on my passenger side door, at which point I start to cry because I'm scared (they are notorious for being serious douche bags). So I unlock the door and say "Officer, would you like me to exit the vehicle?" He says no and sits down INSIDE MY CAR and starts asking me questions. 10 minutes later they let me go - not that they had anything they could possibly charge me with anyway.
I'm just wondering how the hell did I look suspicious? Suspiciously adorable maybe...
(note: this post was not written explicitly for this blog. It was copy/pasted from an e-mail I sent to my pen-pal Julie because I was too lazy to retell the story).
When the light turns green they get behind me and pull me over, so I'm thinking "oh I probably have a brake light out or something." This tatted up lady cop proceeds to tell me that I "ran a few stop signs." Which I absolutely did not. There weren't even a "few" stop signs between my house and where they pulled me over. Then she said I looked suspicious and asked if I had any weapons in the car and then ran my id.
Meanwhile man cop starts banging on my passenger side door, at which point I start to cry because I'm scared (they are notorious for being serious douche bags). So I unlock the door and say "Officer, would you like me to exit the vehicle?" He says no and sits down INSIDE MY CAR and starts asking me questions. 10 minutes later they let me go - not that they had anything they could possibly charge me with anyway.
I'm just wondering how the hell did I look suspicious? Suspiciously adorable maybe...
(note: this post was not written explicitly for this blog. It was copy/pasted from an e-mail I sent to my pen-pal Julie because I was too lazy to retell the story).
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