I’m writing a new screen play entitled “Stranded.” It’s about a woman who survives the end of the world.
She’s spending her last birthday with her two sons who are determined to make this her best.
They take her to a wonderful city with fabulous music and food that rivals the Crescent City. They ply her with chocolates and the last oysters to be farmed on the planet in this lifetime, thanks to BP.
Then the flood began. Thirty-six hours of continual torrencial rains dumped 17 inches on the Music City – a record in anyone’s book.
The boys thumbed their noses at the elements and decide to party like there’s no tomorrow. A trip to Target launched the weekend of total debauchery. We made macaroni and cheese, paninis on William’s newest toy, and watched movies.
Within hours, while we fiddled, Nashville was totally covered by water – just like New Orleans on William’s birthday in 2005. We seem to have a thing about “water.”
We couldn’t find a way out, so we hunkered down and watched the movie “2012.” If you haven’t seen it, rent it. It will make a few drops of water seem like child’s play.
I finally got home last night – a year older, so much wiser and packing a whole new pocket of memories. This is one birthday I’ll never forget.