Well, I was totally bummed because, (a) I had already booked my hotel and flight, and (b) my surprise, and my entire birthday, for that matter, were ruined. But as it turned out, I had bigger fish to fry. My girlfriend at the time, Lizzie, was a stewardess — I think the politically correct term is “flight attendant”, but I’m not sure. At any rate, she lived with her mom about 20 minutes outside of New Orleans in a very 1 densely wooded area. Her mother wasn’t in the best of health, so the airline wanted to relocate her to New Jersey, and she decided to drive there. So I went over to help her load up 2 the car and get 2 the house ready to be empty for God knows how long. Depending on the severity of the storm, it could be a matter of weeks or maybe even months. So we spent the entire day securing the house, loading up 2 the car and preparing her mom for the long drive. But when it was time to go, her dog Rocky was nowhere to be found.