Who wants to hear about the hurricane? Well I'm going to tell you anyway. After much debate, Emily and I stayed here (at the beach) during the storm. We had originally planned to go to my parent's house for dinner, but I decided that it would be better to stay (the storm was suppose to be worse in Orlando).

I tied a rope around the furniture on the balcony, to prepare for the storm. When the first band hit, the sky went black and the wind violently shook the house. Emily and I grabbed the dogs and ran downstairs. We came back up after about 15 minutes and watched the news as the storm came closer and closer. The cable went out about 30 minutes before the eye was suppose to hit. We relied on my dad for weather updates. When the eye wall hit, we huddled in the bathroom reading the marketing book. The sliding glass door in the bedroom buckled violently and felt like it was about to break. The screen door ripped off and wedged itself against the balcony. We had to open the sliding door and grab the screen door, to prevent it from breaking the window. The storm passed shortly after. The next day, we drove around the city and marveled at the destruction. Luckily the only thing we lost was cable TV.