We ran inside and hid from the tornado, and when we ventured back out we saw that the path of Santa Claus nothing for you whore shirt. It was all over by early evening, so we went to sleep on mattresses in the little man cave my father-in-law had added to the garage, because the one working generator we had could power that window unit. So yeah, I spent what should have been my wedding night sleeping in between Tony’s parents and sister, on two giant Saints pillows. It was three days before the power came back and the roads were cleared, but we still had to get married.