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Clouds to Lauren: "I will kill you, sucker!" Illistration from http://school.discoveryeducation.com

The other day I got caught out in a rainstorm. No, let me correct that. I got caught in the middle of a monsoon. I could feel the static tingle on my skin and each flash of lightning momentarily blinded me. I don’t think I’ve ever actually felt the heat of lightning before; I don’t think you’re supposed to actually, but I have now. Within seconds, I was soaked through my clothes and my shoes pooled with water. Then another flash, and there I was in the middle of the street, over a mile from home. I always thought my death would have been something more glamorous than “struck by lightning and then drowned in a puddle” but alas, it looked like my fate.

After 20 minutes of breathing water, I was done. I was glad I hadn’t finished my homework yet; it would have been such a waste to spend the last moments of my life contemplating classical philosophy. Then like a gleam of light in the distance, I heard the sweetest sound that has ever met my ears, “Hey, you want to come up on the porch and wait out the storm?” Handing me a towel, a group of wannabe storm watchers introduced themselves. They offered me a beer (which I politely declined) and showed me the storm tracking on their phone. I played with their dogs until the rain ended and realized at some point, I’d lost my headphones to the storm.

Walking home with my soaked clothes clinging to my skin, I got three honks, four waves, and single head nod. When I walked into my house, a pool of water collected around me. I poured the water from my sneakers and stepped into the most glorious shower the world has ever known and said a little thank you for the random kindness of strangers.

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I never want to see clam chowder again. Picture from heinzsoups.com

I currently don’t have the internet in my home and the university library is closed by the time I get out of work, and you know how I feel about Starbucks (which is where my roommate sits for hours, I presume drinking a small coffee, updating her Facebook, and watching YouTube with her headphones in). So I apologize for my lack of posts.

This past weekend, I had the great honor of attending Chowder Fest. That’s right, an entire festival dedicated to New England’s most artery clogging soup. My mother decided that for her birthday, she wanted to experience one of Rhode Island’s most popular festivals (do you really wonder why the RI economy is tanking?). After eating more clam chowder than the average human being eats in a lifetime, my parents decided it was time for ice cream and liquor, the perfect combination on a hot, crowded black top where the smell of fish is clinging heavy in the air. And what’s better to follow all of this but dinner, more liquor, and birthday pie and ice cream? In fairness, birthday pie and ice cream were of my own making, but I choose to blame the chowder for the fact that I spent the rest of the night curled up on my bed wondering why my body was rebelling against me.

The next day, in order to make up for our previous lactose-palooza, we decided to go strawberry picking and then up to the nature preserve for a walk. After which it was time to eat again. Then we bought fudge, put together my new* futon, and my parents had the great pleasure of teaching me to parallel park (AP, my current roommate, unwittingly became a part of my first try when she moved her car to the street so that I could back my car out. I’m not sure if she knows this). All of this was followed by dinner, more liquor (which I think my parents needed after teaching me to parallel park), but no ice cream (ok, lies, I had pie and ice cream after watching Super Troopers with AP).

*Futon is SLJ’s; I don’t know when she had it out at her parents’ house, but one side was covered in cat hair… It’s been in our dorm room for 2 years, and we never had a cat at the dorm…

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