Here’s a fun science fact! Did you know that when you take my favourite pair of flip-flops and add a freak apocalyptic thunderstorm, you get the frictional properties of teflon?
Now you do.
I spent the afternoon/evening strolling down Newbury Street and browsing the shops. Some cute stuff mixed in with the inevitable dross. There was one ridiculously priced boutique that had clothes that reminded me strongly of River’s “I’m a mentally traumatized little girl that has no idea how to dress herself” Safe outfit, done in white. Though it’s quite possible that I still had Firefly on the brain after coming across a shop called “Firefly,” with its logo done up in Papyrus, the Serenity font. As soon as I stepped in the door, my eyes fell on a rack of jewelry by “Serenity.” It was kind of great. I made sure the Firefly buttons on my purse were in plain sight when I walked past the proprietor, hoping for a reaction, but none came. Alas.
Anyway, I’d walked quite a distance from my hotel when clouds started rolling in and the wind started picking up. I turned around, grabbed some quick takeout, and ran into CVS for an umbrella. As soon as I left the drugstore, it started drizzling. After I’d walked about a block, the clouds burst and started drenching the unfortunate pedestrians, myself very much included, in a torrential downpour. The winds were so ferocious that I had to hold my umbrella almost more horizontal than vertical. Suggested soundtrack: Flight of the Valkyries.
At this point, I was about 4 blocks from my hotel. My pants were completely soaked through, and my shirt was following suit (hee!). Then my shoes became so wet and slippery that I seriously considered taking them off and going barefoot. I had to walk like I do in snow slush, carefully planting each foot to ensure I don’t slip, but with the ball of my foot or my heels falling out of the shoe with nearly every step. And these are somewhat stacked sandals, so when my heels fell out, the ground was two or three inches away? There was twistiness. It was sad.
Also, while fighting with my umbrella, I was juggling a calzone that was really too hot to touch. All the ;_; faces in the world cannot express my woe.
Priscilla: -4 + calzone, which at least counts for something, as it was delicious.