With everyone jetting out of the city for 4th of July I decided to take it easy this weekend. There are so many things going through my head right now, I feel exhausted.
So to get me out of my bad mood I got up early yesterday and spent the time turning my babe factor up to 100. In new jeans from Wrangler that enhances my butt in all the right ways and a camisole from Zara. I sneaked out from work in the early pm to grab a smoke and the humidity was killing me. The weather reports said tornado warnings and 1379748365 mm of rain, but so far so good.
After work our co-worker Nate was DJing at the Navy Yard, around the corner from our office. So a bunch of us packed up early and went over there. Here's Jess.
My babe Sanna joined us too and we ordered punch that tasted like summer in a cup. We talked about the different kinds of lighting in celeb sex tapes and how Americans apparently hate other Americans outside of a America. Not sure this is true.
We stayed for a couple of hours and then the black clouds started rolling in so I decided to go home. I hugged everyone goodbye and thought "might as well walk home". I started walking and half way home the sky decides that my week hasn't been hard enough already, I need to get drenched in the rain too. The streets were completely empty, water flooded the streets and there was no other option for me than to just walk the 30 mins home. When I was 10 minutes from my house there is one person on the street, an old woman under a broken umbrella, and as we're about to cross the street on Broadway the loudest alarm I've ever heard goes off. She looks at me with a scared look and whispers "tornado!" and runs away. I'm not fucking kidding. Me, being a scared little bunny in these situations, panicked and started running home in my soaked ballerina flats and the only thing I could think about was "of course this shit week will end with me getting carried away by a fucking tornado". But, luckily I made it home safe and sound even though I felt like breaking into tears every other minute for the next hour. I know, I'm a drama queen but damnit I hate when this planet gets back at us like that. I hate feeling that small and helpless.
It rained for the rest of the night and I didn't feel like going out, so I stayed in watching the Kardashians and fell asleep before midnight. This morning I got up, put on my bathing suit (that's too big for my small boobs that I need to safety pin it) and shorts and went to the park. On my way there I got fruit and coffee and had a few hours by myself in the sun. Can't really remember the last time I was just by myself for hours? Felt well needed.