St. Louis' inaugural Funnel-Fest happened yesterday, as the first real storms of the season spawned an impromptu weather-watching party. The crew of Bill's Garage decided that there is safety in numbers - and getting blown away is something best enjoyed with company, so we converged to watch the weather channel and fritter away a Sunday afternoon.
The turkey fryer was bubbling away, rendering spicy fried "cumulo-chicken"* that rivaled even my Mom's finest work. "Mashed-mobile-home" potatoes** were the side item of the day, along with "hail-acious" green bean casserole, "barometric" broccoli cheese casserole, and a dessert of severely sumptuous "squall-berry" shortcake.***
It was "stratus-faction guaranteed" with a Red Bull and vodka drink we called "The F-4."****
Doppler Dave and Hurricane Emily break away from television coverage to share a "meteorological moment."
The storms turned out to be quite deadly, killing nine across Missouri. This post in no way minimizes the danger of the storms, or the lives lost. We just tried to keep a sense of humor through a pretty bad night.
*Stop me if this is sounding cheesy.
**Never mind, don't stop me now, I'm on a roll. (Get it? Mobile home... on a roll? Not funny? Pretty insensitive? Yeah I thought so, too)
***Yeah, that's what I said. You can't fix stupid, and I am.
****Okay, that's it. I'm going to throw myself onto my sword to spare you further pain.