Urban Idealist

Last night was a bizarre night. Jen and I left the house to go across town to meet up with a group of people visiting Paris and as we walked out the door Jen felt a bit of a fever feeling coming on.

As the evening went on Jen was feeling worse and worse.

We decided to split up from the group and head home so that Jen could get some needed rest. We were over in our old neighborhood and decided to stop by our favorite restaurant to get take away. The closer we got to the restaurant the more angry the sky was looking. Getting dark blue then ugly grey. While we were inside ordering we could see people running for their lives…not really…but they were running. The wind picked up and was blowing branches off of the trees lining the boulevard…seriously.

When we got our food we could see people attempting to run with their umbrellas…but none of them looked like they were staying dry. The sky had turned this crazy color of reddish brown and we knew that if we didn’t get into the metro fast we were really going to get soaked.

So we ran for it. Sick Jen. Baby Maisie. Justin with Lebanese food.

Apparently we made it just in time.

Throughout the next four or five stops we saw people getting on the train that looked like they had taken showers in their clothes. Old people, young people, tourists, and locals alike all got a free urban shower.

The worst of the storm was still to come. As we were going up the escalator from the metro near our place we could see lighting flashing at the top of the street. When we got to the top the lightning was flashing all around every few seconds. Maisie sat in the stroller protected by her rain cover. While Jen and I ran underneath the umbrella. Jen was not a fan of the lightning…it was kind of scary and I wouldn’t have held up a golf-club in the air for anything.

When we finally got home Jen was really not feeling well. She already has cold issues, but this was a whole other level. She put on a hooded sweatshirt (with the hood on) and covered herself in a warm blanket…and she was still shivering.

Then the thunder came. I like thunder. I was in the bathroom shaving when the big one hit. It scared me pretty good.

Maisie too…she screamed.

Thunder in the city sounds like bombs going off. I dreamed about bombs going off in the city last night because of the storm.

So, we had a somewhat-memorable-normal-Friday-night thanks to sickness and thunder storms.