what ruined my life...what made everything change for me...what made me not even sure if my friends were still alive...what made me not sleep alone in my own bed for almost 2 months...what has changed new orleans forever...what makes me proud to say im a new orleans girl since birth...what made me meet new friends and enemys...what made me cry...what made me scared to turn on the tv b/c of all the news channels...what made me afraid to come back home...what made me happy to see the smiling faces in the french quarter again...what made me a HURRICANE KATRINA SURVIVOR....IM A NEW ORLEANIAN AND PROUD OF IT!!!! WE WILL REBUILD AND BECOME STRONGER THEN EVER...thank you katrina, august 29, 2005
i didnt have floors or walls for 7 months b/c of katrina!!!
by winry June 30, 2006
Yet another code-word used by food servers(mostly in the south)to describe any black person in their section who appears to come from a ghetto backround. The flood of evacuees from Louisiana to Texas amongst other places gave birth to this one. Food servers profile quite a bit. Its, unfortunately, just a matter of putting together patterns of who tips horribly. Such as Katrinas. These stereotypes live up to expectations way too often.
"Goddamnit, the hostess just sat a ten-top of Katrinas in my section. Looks like I'll be working for free the next hour."
by Rangus August 24, 2006