At some point, I took this video. Obviously, it was before sunset... But it's out of sequence with my other photos. Operation mind erase mystery I suppose. One thing I noticed was that the West End road was D.E.A.D. Everyone just disappeared. However, every now and then we would drive by a local's hurricane party. And it looked like a GOOD time. A REALLY GOOD time.



Stop number 427, at some point in the evening, was Bella Donna's. OMG, she had pizza! Tomato and onion, I believe. It was delish.

The grand finale was at Seastar. It was fitting to be back with the Seastar crew - where our trip had started. It must have been 2 for 1 because before I knew it I had 2 OP's in my hand. Rut roh...time to pawn one off on someone who looks extra thirsty. Eventually, we called it a successful hurricane party and those of us still standing piled back into the bus. Lenbert mentioned he had to come back to the west end, so we asked him to drop us off last. I wanted to cruise up the road again to see whaa gwaan. It was so surreal. The road was pitch black. You couldn't see past the bus's headlights. Every now and then you would spot a light and you would know who had a generator running and which bar was open.

We finished the night off pretty early at Ivan's. Just long enough to order some food and find our way back to Gemini. Hurricane Sandy was coming to an end. However, her after-effects would still remain.