Priorities, people!

August 29, 2005 at 9:30 am 3 comments

Okay, this isn’t really Outlaw-focused. And I don’t usually follow the news. But I’ve always been fascinated by storms, and Katrina is a doozie. And since I’m also into being prepared and smart and ahead of the game, I’ve been watching how people are reacting to the hurricane’s impending arrival.

From Yahoo!/AFP (link to full story in post title):

…Others though seemed more relaxed about the storm.

Richard Prisco, a 30-year-old New York lawyer stranded in New Orleans on his way home from a cruise, joked that he had “met these lovely ladies from Canada. We’re going to save them,” as he waited in the posh bar of the W hotel for the approaching storm.

Lovely lady number one piped in.

“When we start crying they’re going to comfort us,” Robin Raxlin, 29, explained as she lay on a square sofa, Red Bull in hand.

The gang at the W hotel have only known each other a couple days, but they say it feels like “forever.” There are inside jokes. Flirtations. Stories about their adventures at the bars of Bourbon Street.

While the storm may have brought these new friends together, it tore Prisco’s group apart. Of the four who set off for the cruise, just three remained in New Orleans. One headed for the highway in a huff and hasn’t been heard from since.

“He was furious with us because he feels we did not try hard enough to get out of here,” Prisco said. “We heard from a friend of a friend he hitched a ride with some people. They made it about sixty miles in eight hours.”

Oh, cripes. So, the ones who’d just rather party on at the funky-mod upscale W hotel, and pretend to be men “saving” distressed ladies, call the one “huffy” who’s got the brains and initiative to get the hell out of there. They laugh off his warnings and determination to act.

Who’s the real friend? The one who saved his own butt and tried to get his three buddies to go with him? Or the three who chose to hang outthrough a deadly storm, and waste money at a chichi urban hotel, with girls they’d only just met, and let their pal find his own way in a life-threatening emergency?

On a much more sensible and praiseworthy note, here’s Plinker-MS’s “Hurricane Katrina Diary” with some excellent real-time preparation details (and a thanks for the mention of something I wrote!). It’s so good that I can’t find a quote to snip and paste here. Read the whole thing!


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  • 1. Richard Prisco  |  September 21, 2005 at 11:30 am

    This is Richard Prisco from the above article. I happened to stumble upon your commentary when people had told me I was on the web. I take offense at your comments.

    My group had done everything we could to try and get out of New Orleans. There were no planes, trains, buses, cars, etc. Actually there was one seat on one flight going somewhere in the US, but my group all decided that we would not abandon each other and we would stick it out together. We came as a group and we intended to leave that way. Therefore, unless we could get four flights, we would stay. It was not our desire to stay there to watch the storm, but at a certain point you give up, accept your situation and make the best of it. There is no point crying about stuff you cannot change.

    The friend who left could not accept that, and spent nearly every second on the internet trying to find a magical flight out. Frequently, he would find something on an Orbitz or Travelocity, but then the site would always direct him to contact the airline directly to make his reservation. Of course, every airline stated (as we already knew from trying ourselves), that all those flights were cancelled. We had tried this with him for a while but we realized we were wasting our time. While he was at the computers, the rest of us went back to the room.

    Later, after he had been desperately trying for hours to find a way out, he comes to our room to abruptly tell us he is leaving. He did not ask us to come with him or really even give any indication of how he was getting out. We ask how he is leaving and he says he is resourceful and he will hit the streets and find a way home. At this point the streets were already questionable with muggings and lootings occurring, and traffic was gridlocked for hours. We said that we did not think that was wise but he took all his bags and left. We later learned from a mutual friend (as we had suspected), that he had privately arranged a ride out with a hotel guest who had a car, but he kept this information secret from us. We would have been fine with it if he was up front and honest, but he chose to lie and sneak out to save himself. However, the rest of us chose to stick together. I am not sure how you say he was the real friend, but then again, you were probably 1000 miles away so how would you know.

    As for the girls at the hotel… the bad weather had begun, we were stuck in the hotel, and there was nothing to do. If you have a problem with my deciding not to go into panicked frenzy, but rather to make the best of a bad situation, have a drink, hang out with my friends, and joke around with some girls, then maybe you are the one who needs to prioritize.

  • 2. Anonymous  |  September 23, 2005 at 7:43 pm

    I do not know how, or under what circumstances the four of you found each other, but your callous indifference and utter disregard for everything that is good and decent has rocked the very foundation upon which our society is built.

  • 3. Taran Jordan (Lightning)  |  September 25, 2005 at 3:39 pm

    Richard, it’s interesting to hear from you. Although I realize that I didn’t and still don’t have all the facts, I still stand by my opinion.

    Yes, it would seem by your version of the story that your “friend” turned out not to be so loyal. But then again, the only side of the story we’ve heard is yours. The reporter never talked to your friend, who had already left by that time. Now, if you want, ask your friend to come over here and we’ll see what he has to say as well. That could be really interesting.

    By your own admission, you didn’t know his plans – or his alleged treachery – when he departed. You still let him go alone, not knowing if he’d be all right. And the story says he left “in a huff.” The reporter either made that part up – or got it from you.

    Either way, if your friend figured you and the rest of the group were going to be hostile to his best efforts, and if he thought you were more interested in drinking and flirting than in saving your group’s collective butt, I can see where he might not tell you about his plans. Can’t say what his motivation was, but it’s clear what YOU think it was. And note that I never “said” who was the real friend in this situation – I asked. You’ve answered your way. Fine.

    I’m glad you and the rest of your group got out OK. But you still got lucky – damned lucky. And I notice you don’t say how or when you did finally get out of the city, nor what happened after you and your new lady friends left the comfort of the hotel bar.

    Nor do you mention what you all did on your own initiative FOR YOURSELVES to save your own asses once the storm had come. Seems you plopped yourselves down there on the leather sofas and figured the hotel people would take care of you for the duration.

    I doubt you troubled to read any entry here that didn’t include your name, so I’ll just explain that this blog is written by and for people who value and strive for freedom and self-reliance. Those are OUR priorities, like them or don’t. From that perspective, your actions could quite justifiably be viewed as I view them.

    Take all the offense you want. It won’t change the fact that you’re not a person I’d want to have in my bunker when the fecal matter hits the rotary airfoil.


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