A Two-Pronged Experience

THE THRILL: The fire alarm in the main stairwell of my building went off last night. I investigated. No smell of smoke. But whatever – people were gathering, so I called 911. It was about 10:30 p.m. Within 3 minutes, my building was crawling with firemen. Now – nobody asked me “who here’s wearing Sierra” like the last time I was overrun with hot firemen … but still. There they all were. Tromping up and down the stairs, with axes, and helmets, and day-glo stripes and big boots … I just loved standing back and watching them. Hot. So that was the thrill. (Especially since the building was NOT burning down. No fire.) I was free to hang back in a leisurely manner and watch firemen do their thing, without the fear of my 8 boxes of journals going up in smoke, or the plastic folder of letters over the years from 74 Facts guy being incinerated into a smoking pile of cinders. There was only glory in the moment, and in the undeniable FACT of the gorgeous-ness of the firemen.

THE MORTIFICATION: I was wearing Hello Kitty pajamas and also bright-blue sparkley false eyelashes. I had just been messing around with them – had just bought them yesterday, as a matter of fact and wanted to see what they looked like. Let me reiterate: they were sparkley, and they were blue.

I realize now that I must have looked like some tragic Tennessee Williams character, there in the shadowy dingy hallway, in my flimsy pajamas printed with 100s of Hello Kitty heads … and the La Cage Aux Folles ambience of the blue sparkley eyelashes … a tragic failed debutante, 20 years past her prime, playing dress-up by herself in her own apartment, waiting for a Gentleman Caller who will never come.

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13 Responses to A Two-Pronged Experience

  1. Tommy says:

    This post made me laugh out loud…

  2. red says:

    hahahaha I know!!! I must have looked like a total Loon.

  3. DBW says:

    Just another example of Life’s sometimes questionable timing. I can hear the firemen on their way back to the station–“Did you catch the chick in the pajamas and blue eyelashes? What was up with that?”

  4. mitch says:

    I can hear the firemen on their way back to the station…

    I dunno. Five’ll getcha ten at least one of them was wearing “Spiderman” underwear.

  5. red says:

    Sure. But their Spiderman underwear CAN’T BE SEEN. Doesn’t count.

  6. tracey says:

    I’m waiting for the one who was totally charmed and comes back to ask you out.

    Just waiting. Do-do-do ….

  7. Emily says:

    This is one of the funniest things I’ve ever read, Red. I’m utterly convinced “complete, utter, gorgeous specimen of man” is a job requirement for firemen. I mean, it’s ridiculous. Whenever I’ve seen a gaggle of these guys out together, each and every one of them is swoon-worthy. Every. Last. ONE.

  8. sarahk says:

    no idea why, but i immediately thought of Miss Havisham when you started talking about false eyelashes and firemen. it could only have been better if you were wearing a wedding dress with your false eyelashes. just beautiful (and hilarious, of course).

    (your breasts are fully intact, right?)

    i’m sick, i know.)

  9. red says:

    sarahk – hahahahaha Can you imagine if I was in a wedding dress by myself at 10:30 pm??? HYSTERICAL. (and tragic)

  10. just1beth says:

    You have so much more of an interesting life than I do. I was just watching TV at that time. Probably snoozing a little bit, too. Then, a few hours later, Conor woke up a barfed all over the bathroom floor. Yup, Hello Kitty Pj’s and blue sparkly eyelashes is WAY more fun than that!!!!!!

  11. Dan says:

    Too. Funny.

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