Tuesday was another odd day here in New Orleans.

Dwayne is back home, and his parents are there with him. It will be the first time in I don’t know how many years we aren’t together for this event. And the reality of it not happening this year or ever again sort of hit me.

But the Husbear and I are here for the time being at least.

Knowing the hurricane was coming, we wandered to a local grocery store to get some essentials in case the power went out, or we couldn’t get out to eat if things shut down tight.

After that, we wandered around the French Quarter for a bit looking at things being boarded up and sandbagged. I’ll say that they really seem to have it down now on what they do to prepare.

That evening, the hurricane started to roll through the area. We were hunkered down at Cafe Lafitte in Exile for a good bit of it. Or at least I was. And a few other “brave” souls. It was really a neat thing to experience.

The wind and rained calmed down a bit around 4am, so I headed back to the hotel. Yes. 4am. That’s how things work here. And I was having an enjoyable time visiting with the locals.

I took this video along the way back to the hotel. It’s the first video I’ve taken with my replacement phone, so I hope it looks somewhat okay.

Hmm. It looks like I need to remember to turn the phone sideways when I video from now on.

And yes, I was probably a little crazy for being out in it, but oh well. That’s how I be.