float on
So..... I had a funny thing happen to me on Monday night. As I'm leaving the Gorilla Theater f(rom designing on the costumes for Ami's show BUG - come see it or die) to go to the Center (for Jason's Jobsite auditions) I know it's raining, it's coming down like there's no fucking tomorrow. I know this. But when you gotta go, you gotta go. So I'm pulling out (heh heh, I said pulling out) onto the little side street, I notice that it's really fucking dark with no visibility, and yeah, I notice that the road looked really wet. But I didn't think that the water had risen to car-flooding levels. But it did, didn't it - it came so fast! (hehe -I said came) So anyway, here I am, stuck in a newborn lake in the middle of the fucking road, seriously thinking I could feel my car starting to float. Thank the Christ that Dickie, my enthusiastic and adventurous friend was still in the Gorilla - I called his ass and he comes bounding out of the theater, just grinning big as shit and you could almost hear the superhero theme music playing in his head.... and goddamn if that kid didn't just wade into thigh deep water and start pushing my car! So he almost fell into a ditch - that's bad. So the show was temporarily halted mid-run because the sound guy had pelted out into the flood of Gomorrah to help his sodden pal, that's bad too. So Horus the Taurus, my lovely car I've only had since Memorial Day now lies in some car purgatory awaiting the hand of Doom, aka Geico Insurance Adjuster Guy, to declare that I am OFFICIALLY fucked and not just mildly inconveniently fucked, that's pretty bad.
This is just the latest in a pretty long string of very fucking lame sad eyed poster children for the idea that I am CURSED.... Calamity Christen, coming at ya (heh heh heh, I said coming)....
*sigh*