So, I wasn't struck by lightning yesterday.

Of course, I could really start every entry that way, since I have spent my entire life, every minute, every second, consistently not being struck by lightning, and let me tell you, I'm damn glad of it, but yesterday I was really particularly not struck by lightning, in that had I been standing in a slightly different place, I would have have had to start this entry with a different sentence.

I had to go to rehearsal at Omar's house, so I walked to 9th Ave. to catch the Bus That Doesn't Actually Exist.

I was waiting and waiting, but it was going to rain soon and it was going to rain hard, so I kept waiting. And then the lightning storm started. No rain, but all this lightning and thunder. But I was safe, of course, I was surrounded by tall buildings, wasn't I, and lighting always hits the tallest point. Not that it occurred to me that I wasn't safe, I've been out in lightning before, it never crosses my mind that sometimes it strikes things.

And then, pow, there was suddenly this huge flash of light right in front of me, and practically at the same time, the loudest crack of thunder that I have ever heard. I was clutching the pole holding up the bus stop. The metal pole. When I realized what I was doing, I shrieked and leapt away from it.

The lighting had hit the street about two or three feet in front of where I was standing. Had it hit the bus stop, as I have no idea why it didn't, as it was certainly higher than the street, I would have been fried like an egg.

I stood under the bus stop, not touching anything, shaking and jumping at every roll of thunder. It started to rain, and people started to run by, and everyone I saw, every cyclist and pedestrian, all I could think was "You're going to die! What are you doing out there, it's dangerous!!"

It rained incredibly hard. Finally the bus came, and to continue the peculiar dream feeling that I had after, you know, almost being struck by lightning, Georgia Engel was on the bus.

When it was my stop, I got out and was soaked to the skin instantly. I had to walk one long block, and I passed people running, trying to keep dry, which I barely see the point of, since her, we couldn't get much wetter, so I just walked slowly, hands out, singing "Bananas and Blow" at the top of my lungs. I could barely see.

The funny thing, though, was that my front was completely drenched and my back was completely dry. The back of my shirt and my butt and the back of my legs, dry as a bone. The rain was being driven straight into my face.

I got upstairs, incredibly late, but with the best excuse in the world. "I was almost struck by lightning!" Omar said, "That's good luck, you know!" to which I retorted, "Yeah, because I wasn't struck by lightning, there's nothing luckier than that!"

Today's horoscope:
Your sense of luxury is higher than usual today. If you can afford it, indulge in something for fun that is a bit extravagant.

One year ago today:
He was really cool, this one-legged guy, a business boy in business clothes and a backpack and these wrist crutches, and the whole thing was entirely sexy.

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