{"id":6546,"date":"2007-05-27T11:58:26","date_gmt":"2007-05-27T15:58:26","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=6546"},"modified":"2022-10-12T21:53:38","modified_gmt":"2022-10-13T01:53:38","slug":"a-two-pronged-experience","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=6546","title":{"rendered":"A Two-Pronged Experience"},"content":{"rendered":"

THE THRILL<\/b>: 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<\/a> 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.<\/p>\n

THE MORTIFICATION<\/b>: 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.<\/p>\n

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<\/i> 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.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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