His name is Gustav

So, everyone's all freaking out and stuff. I really wasn't sweating it, but everyone else's stress is making me anxious! The bartender made me drink a bottle of vodka last night just to escape the insanity! Yesterday ALTR told me that she was leaving at two o'clock today!!

I don't want to deal with the insanity of gridlocked traffic trying to get out of town, so the options are leave early or stay. I don't want to leave if I don't have to. I have been lucky that for the two major evacuations for Ivan and Katrina I a) left early and beat the crowds and b) was actually on my way back to New Orleans (respectively). But, really, a part of me wants to stay, even if Gustav does head our way, simply to see what happens. However, I know both of my roommates will be leaving and I am unarmed and dogless. I did fill my tank up last night and have at least a gallon of water rolling around in the back of my car.

Tulane has cancelled classes and that was always what dictated my staying or going. I'm not a student anymore, so it really should not be the golden rule.

After Katrina you can't really say that anyone is over prepared, but...this is driving me nuts.

Given my indecision, the one sure thing in life right now is that I'm going to the football game tonight and getting loaded. While some clients have cancelled their appointments tomorrow we still have a full day ahead of us and I plan to work through it with a daquiri in hand. Looks like my evacuation buddy may have to be the one driving.

Here is a nice little contraflow map that I stumbled across in the nola.com comments.

Good luck on whatever route you, my friends, chose to take. I'll be at my neighborhood bar slamming the vodka.

/stream of conscious still drunk typing