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kjpepperSo at about 9:40, C and I looked at each other suddenly during Law and Order. "Did you...?"
Five minutes later. "Can you smell that?"
Yeah, we felt the air change. We wandered outside to the porch at 10 with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
anzovin and watched the natural pyrotechnics in the sky for a while. There wasn't even any thunder yet but the lightning was already pretty spectacular. About 20 minutes later we got hit by a wall of wind, and then watched as it was followed by a wall of water rolling down the street.
Quite possibly the highlight of the storm was not the impressive display of natural fury, but the across the street neighbor of the long haired stoner persuasion that plunged into the storm with a sort of infectiously insane joy, cavorting madly in the middle of Hawley Street. Much to my,sundart's and the lesbians-next-door's amused and slightly shocked delight (and after a couple of catcalls to lose the shorts) he did it again a few minutes later... buck naked.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why I love this town.
It's still muggy out but it's cooled down enough to open a few windows and run the fan on the A/C. I am currently still up trying to get though the assload of dishes I've let accumulate since sunday, but I felt that teh storm and the mad streaker within it warrented commemoration.
In other news, baby goats are damn cute.
Five minutes later. "Can you smell that?"
Yeah, we felt the air change. We wandered outside to the porch at 10 with
anzovin and watched the natural pyrotechnics in the sky for a while. There wasn't even any thunder yet but the lightning was already pretty spectacular. About 20 minutes later we got hit by a wall of wind, and then watched as it was followed by a wall of water rolling down the street.Quite possibly the highlight of the storm was not the impressive display of natural fury, but the across the street neighbor of the long haired stoner persuasion that plunged into the storm with a sort of infectiously insane joy, cavorting madly in the middle of Hawley Street. Much to my,
sundart's and the lesbians-next-door's amused and slightly shocked delight (and after a couple of catcalls to lose the shorts) he did it again a few minutes later... buck naked. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why I love this town.
It's still muggy out but it's cooled down enough to open a few windows and run the fan on the A/C. I am currently still up trying to get though the assload of dishes I've let accumulate since sunday, but I felt that teh storm and the mad streaker within it warrented commemoration.
In other news, baby goats are damn cute.
