The Valdez's were at it again...
Hispanic families are super close-knit. They're real close to every cousin, second cousin, great uncles, etc. So about 5pm our neighbor Miranda gets word that her husband Juan's cousin and family AND their neighbors from Houston are arriving in Abilene within 2 hours. That's 4 adults and SEVEN kids coming to flee the hurricane for an indefinate timespan. And the Valdez's are already housing their cousin's from Mexico who have 2 kids. So we offer our guest room. But as it turns out, they had plenty of other cousins in Abilene to stay with. So we mised out on housing refugees. But we didn't miss out on a damn good party.
It was like another Valdez kid birthday party...at 9:30 on a Thursday night. But no waterslide, cake, and pin'ata. But plenty of cheap beer, cheap music, and good BBQ.
I couldn't imagine...these poor souls...left their homes and belongings in Houston at 3am. And what's normally a 6 hour drive (which I've driven hundreds of times as I'm FROM Houston and my mother lives there - she's yet to flee the storm...I don't know what she's thinking) takes them 15 hours! They haven't slept in over 24 hours. Yet it's like...hell, let's have a BBQ. And they have a good time and act like nothing's happened...late on a Thursday night.
Man...people flee for their lives...and I get a couple of beers and some good late-night grub. This Secret Agent gig is a tough job...but somebody's got to do it.
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