The winds of Isabel...

So what do you do when a tropical storm is heading your way?  After a hectic day at the office, you take the subway home but get out at the stop before yours to meet J*** at the local pub.  He is late.  The lines of communications have been twisted.  You thought 6pm at one pub he was at another..thank God for cell phones.  The wind is picking up as you find a parking space in front of your house, plastic garbage cans bounce down the street, you light candles and drag the futon mattress into the living room, open the seven foot windows wide and let the breeze flow over you.  The breeze becomes so intoxicating that you decide to go to the beach.   So you give up your parking space and drive, collect flash light, take off shoes and run through the wind beaten sand and straight to the surf, laughing, and jumping up and down.   Only a few others are as crazy as the two of you, you can see their shadows in the distance.  You run into the surf and feel the pull of the ocean and know that in just a few steps further, the force will pull you out to sea.  Water is hard to see in the dark, only white caps are visible so you shine the flashlight.  You look down and see that J*** has not taken off his shoes.  When you go home you get sand all over the apartment....