On Tuesday night around midnight, whether it was in anticipation of Not-a-Hurricane Fay or just premature ejaculation on the part of Progress Energy, my power went out. There was some rain and just a bit of wind, but I guess our grid just couldn't handle it. (Let me just say that Progress Energy is one of the worst utilities out there – I've had more power outages with them without any rhyme or reason than anywhere else I've lived).
I called in the outage and was told that it was too early to determine when the power would be back on. Laying in bed, I was too hot even without the sheets on. No AC and no fans in Florida makes it very humid and sticky.
I decided to take a shower, which I figured would cool me down and then I might be able to go back to sleep. It was nice and relaxing, but I still felt too warm to be able to really fall asleep. So I walked around the house naked, dripping dry. I was bored and it was warmer inside than outside, so that's when I decided to go outside.
There's something exhilarating about being naked outside at night. Stepping outside, whether it's in your backyard, in the woods, at the beach, in the middle of a parking lot, it doesn't matter. Something about being naked, in the dark, with only the moonlight to light your way, that is very freeing.
Some you know exactly what I'm talking about. The rest of you are too inhibited.
I rejected the backyard as an option because it was muddy with the rain. Besides, as soon as I went outside, Jigsaw would run around in circles and bark, and I didn't want to wake up the neighbors.
Since the power was out, all of our street lights were out, along with everyone's lights on the outsides of their houses, so I decided to go out on the front porch.
Standing there, I just enjoyed the sensation of being outside in nothing but my birthday suit. Across the street, the beam of a flashlight moved through a window at the neighbors. Down the sidewalk, some crazy bastard decided that midnight during a storm was a good time to walk his dog. Further down the street, I could see a neighbor out on the street under the moon looking around to see if her house was the only one without power.
Hidden in the almost complete darkness of my overhanging porch, relishing the ability to watch but not be seen, loving the breeze and the smell of rain, I was happy.
Until the power suddenly came back on, including the very bright porch light directly over my head.
Last night, we had an interesting show talking about age discrimination and how Britt is a retard who's defensive and I'm always right. I'd love it if you'd download it here, or add it to your iTunes here.
