Fire Water Burn

Well, I'm sure everyone is aware of the widespread panic that Hurricane Rita caused in Houston this past weekend. I have to say that I'm glad the situation made overly cautious fools out of us instead of reluctant survivors.

Prompted by phone calls from the parents and frenzied doomsday predictions from our local news stations, I actually took everything off the walls, taped up all the windows, and moved all of my furniture into the corners. Mind you, I did take plenty of time for naps and to catch the newest episode of So You Think You Can Dance, but overall, I was amazed at what I was able to accomplish by myself in just a few hours. I had basically reverted my place into a "just moved in" state.

In the end, as everyone knows, things were very anti-climactic. In fact, the only thing that the hurricane caused me to lose is the joy of watching all of the new TV shows that were debuting this week. Thursday - hurricane tracking... Friday - hurricane tracking plus ominous background music... Saturday - hurricane recap... Sunday - TV! Yippee! Not so fast... Sunday, Time Warner loses power at its hub. Sunday - static. Son-of-a-b****!

On a more serious note, my cousin's mother-in-law died Saturday. It has sadly changed a baby shower planned in LA this weekend into a funeral. It also flipped on the "you better get married soon" record that my mom likes to play. Life is a fragile and unpredictable thing, but it doesn't mean that I'm just going to marry the next schmo I meet and start popping out the kiddos. Yes, sometimes I think to myself, "this would be a lot easier if there was someone else around"... especially when I'm standing tip-toe on a rickety IKEA chair placed precariously on top of a glass dining table (which I found myself on yet again this past weekend), but I don't suffer from a "princess/save me complex" (I don't need someone to do it for me, or even to catch me if I fall... just someone around to notify the proper authorities before my body starts to decompose). Besides, if I wanted great conversation, a dance partner, or a handyman, I would marry a gay guy. The only thing I'm looking for is that spark... that holy grail known as chemistry. Yes, I know that kind of attraction will either burn me or burn itself out, but forever is a long time to just settle for safe and comfortable right off the bat. I may not find it, and I may change my song later, but this is now, and I'm determined to find some fire.

I wonder when that cute pilot intern is going to be back in the office... :)