California Dreamin'

So last Thursday I got word that I'd be traveling last minute to LA for business. It's been a good, long while since I traveled for business so I was pumped, in addition to the fact that this business travel actually was going to be fun. We had been planning for months to do an event at the LA Galaxy game and when all was said and done at the end of the day, I got my David Beckham sighting. Is there really any more to tell to this story? Probably not. i saw David Beckham in the flesh. So..yeah, that's really all I have to say about my trip to LA!

I'm also, sadly, still without DVR, tho cable is still very much up and running. The cable guy forgot to bring the converter and so I told him I'd bring it to exchange myself. I'm DYING to see the new shows, specifically the one on WE about the woman who talks to the dead. I need to check out that show. I'm all caught up on Heroes, so that's all good. I also think I'm going to like The Bionic Woman and I discovered John Edwards still shows Crossing Over on Lifetime. Right now, I'm all about sci-fi and cable news channels. Because I'm so cool!

But nothing proved how cool I was like last Thursday night, when finally, three years into my time in NYC, I finally, FINALLY! fell in the subway. And it was a good fall.

I was rushing down to my clients office to grab some things that I'd need for the LA business trip and inexplicably, I wore flip-flops to work even though it was clearly going to rain that day. Not only did I wear flips, but I chose a pair that I've seriously had since junior year of college - a red pair of Old Navy ones that I just can't throw away because they've defied the odds and lasted so long - they deserve to still walk the streets. But not in the rain, because the bottoms are completely smooth.

So I'm doing my best to get down there relatively quickly, carrying a big heavy bag of stuff from the office while simultaneously trying to stay somewhat dry. I started to go down the subway steps when I thought to myself, there is no tread on these sandals, and literally, not 1 second later, I feel my feet slide completely forward in front of me, and I'm going down.

The wierdest part was, I was really not embarrased. I was more annoyed than anything. The subway was flooded, so I fell in a puddle of god knows what water, at least three inches deep. I made a splash as I fell. My hair came out the pontytail, and some guy had to help me up. I got to the bottom of the stairs and realized what had happened. I felt my soaking wet butt and realized that I had finally broke the streak of non-falls. Hopefully it's the last, I'll make sure to bring out my trusty rainboots if I even see a cloud, but I have to admit, it felt kind of nice to finally get this one NYC must-do out of the way.