Let it pour

The other night I was at a party a few streets over from where I live. I was somewhat tired so I left around ten. No sooner did I leave than what was a light rain shower became some sort of torrential downpour. Of course this would be the night I decided to wear nothing under my dress (which thankfully was not white and had a light layer over a sheath so it wasn't obscene either). But it still wasn't looking appropriate the more soaked I became and as the main street near where I live is a little dodgy at night, I chose to run along a back alley to my house.

I wasn't in any danger, but I couldn't help but get paranoid. All those stupid Internet stories you hear and all the tv shows which show serial killers lurking in every doorway. At one point I was sheltered under some eaves trying to wait out the worst of the storm and was thinking, "If someone grabs me, no one is around to see a thing" Statistically I am far likely to be a victim of violence from a guy I'm dating, but you know, the mind spins. It turned out that the only creature lying in wait for me was Fur who had refused to come inside earlier and was meowing pitifully on the neighbour's porch. I had to scoop her up and carry her over a puddle in order to get to my entrance. God forbid her delicate paws got wet.

But the most amazing part of the rain ordeal was that when I finally got inside and squelched downstairs to the bathroom, peeled off the soaked dress and towel-dried my dripping hair, I noted that my eye shadow had stayed on perfectly. Hurrah for Smashbox! I looked like I was in a movie. I always stare at women in slasher flicks or rain/beach scenes where they are running around getting soaked or murdered yet still have perfect make-up (perhaps some mascara running). I used to think, "Oh give me a break. As if the make-up would last". But no more. I am a believer. Those slasher victims must have discovered Smashbox before me.