Heh, I was just in Kansas City last week. Thunderstorms every day. Saturday I went out to dinner with a coworker and had to drive back in a pounding rainstorm (newspaper machines being blown about the streets, that kinda stuff).
Get to the KC Hyatt. Power has been off and on (mostly off). Elevators parked in the lobby.
We’re on the 16th floor.
Walk 8 flights, sprint the last 8. Boy I sure am glad I had all that BBQ at dinner.
Always loved that kind of weather when I went to school in Illinois, people out here just don’t know what a REAL thunderstorm is…
But I’ll say it anyhow, hope everything’s OK there FilmGeek and the cats aren’t paralyzed under the bed.
I love them.
The scarier the better. Just don’t hit me with one. A great thunderstorm is better than a great Aurora Borealis.
Thunderstorms are v.v. cool.
But I suppose a tornado ripping through your neighbourhood must be a bit of a bummer. Just give me crashing rain and lightning please.
Stupid big scary tornados.
Since we’re comparing scars…
I’ve been in three earthquakes, several Hurricans, a half dozen tropical storms and two tornados.
But nothing was worse than being stuck in a violent thunderstorm on an open 18’ boat.
The storm was totally anticlimatic. We got straight line winds of 90mph or so, but it really just skirted Lawrence and went on to hit KC pretty hard.
The cats are attach-to-your-lap cats, rather than hide-under-the-bed cats.
We had another storm roll through a few minutes later, but it was just a cool storm, not a scary one. There was another last night. And my co-worker actually said yesterday “we haven’t had much storm activity this year”…
Um… more than two a week ain’t enough for ya?
FilmGeek: Yeah, all hell was breaking loose in KC Saturday night. We left midtown about 10ish and drove south, and got to watch the power go out repeatedly along Ward Parkway. Dodged some limbs. Watched drivers do really stupid things like drive at 50 miles per.
All in all, just another thunderstorm.
And we’ve got a dog that doesn’t like storms. I’d give my shredded left leg for something as small as a cat.
Waste
Storm-addled Texas Dopers,
we Memphians feel you pain. Since the Big Blow of '03 (aka “Hurricane Elvis”), everybody’s been pretty darned skittish about the weather. Myself, I used to love storms, but now when a storm’s a-brewin I run around like a chicken with my head cut off “weatherizing” the house–grabbing shit in the back yard that could be picked up by the wind and tossed into the house.