High Drama With The BC

I belong to a book club with a few fabulous women. Once a week we get together and sometimes read a book. Often we're a dinner club, but we won't admit it. Even if we don't have a book, we have always have intelligent conversations about life in general, and we laugh.

I'll outline the players here and their personalities, and then I'll inform you of the high drama this past week:

Carrie: A smart sophisticated professional woman, strong in her opinions and believes. She considers herself "it's black or white" and is slowly but surely beginning to see the rainbow that encounters our universe in different thought patterns.

Miranda: She's occasionally been to church, is a member of a local ghost group, is a renowned Medium and considers herself more of a pagan than a Christian in her belief system. I do believe I have succeeded in bringing her to the light, maybe just a little bit.

Renee (me): Christian. Jesus freak. Opinionated, yet can take the criticism that comes my way. I'm a professional, yet I rarely live in the black and white. I prefer spending my time in my spiritual world. My friends have lectured me on balance, and sometimes I listen. . .

Charlotte: The sweetest, soft-spoken advocate for anything you manage to get yourself involved in. She's a professional therapist by trade and I consider myself lucky to have such a woman in my inner circle, if not for the therapy costs that I'm saving. . .ha ha.

The BC met at Carrie's house, and after the fabulous dinner she cooked, we started a fire in the fire pit and were sitting around having some great conversations.

"Angels Miranda!" I scorned her for minimizing angels and calling them deities.

"Deity spirits." She attempted to explain the definition of this silly word. I interrupted her mid-sentence. . ."Angels" I say slowly and loudly. "Say it Miranda. You can do it." I scorn. At this point Miranda is verbally exhausted and gives up. I'm good like that.

The conversation went on for a little longer when we heard what appeared to be fire works coming from the front of the house. We all looked toward the noise, assumed fire works and before we had a chance to discuss it, an explosion occurred, complete with an array of colors of sparks coming from the front of the house, so much so we could see them sitting in the back yard. Immediately after the explosion, my friends all ran toward the house in an attempt to go in the house, myself being the only one heading in the opposite direction contemplating jumping the fence in the back yard to get to the next block, informing my friends that they were nuts for running toward the explosion as I did so.

Miranda gave the all clear saving me from high tailing it over the fence, so I reluctantly and slowly approached the house.

Well, it appears as if the transformer blew in front of the house, taking out the electrical lines down the entire block. We were instructed by the first fireman on the scene not to leave my friend's yard as the wire was was still "live" and since this "live" wire miraculously laid itself down inches from all of our neatly aligned cars parked in front of the house, we were not to touch our cars.

I got home around midnight that night. And no Miranda, this was NOT my fault. ha ha ha.