So last Mondaynight was definetely one of the heaviest thunderstorms I have ever experienced in my life in Dutchyland… Yes, I know, compared to all your hurricanes, tornados and whatnaught we are lightweights… but totally beside the point..

I was sitting on my red sofa, watching some TV, having Lady Penelope distract me on IM giving me details on the state of hangover recovery she was in, and outside it was raining, thundering and lightening… and suddenly

* BANG *

It was the loudest one I have ever heard. There was not only a loud bang outside but also one inside and *poof* power was gone…  I swiftly checked the rest of the appartment and the outside and it was all pitchblack… I went to the cupboard to get my big ass flashlight (hmmmm, do you like my big…. flashlight?) and opened the front door to get to my electricity meter to see if the main switch had been turned off. It had. I turned it back on again and nothing… Then I heard my two 70+ downstairs neighbors in somewhat of a frenzy downstairs, not knowing what to do. Dressed in nothing but some sweats and a skimpy top, armed with my flashlight I went downstairs to the rescue. I switched both their main switches on and *poof* their power came back on (and their everlasting grattitude is upon me, of course).

I walked back up the stairs just at the moment that my cute, but waaaay too young, next door neighbor came out his door to look at his main electricity switch… and all I could immediately think was

“Bugger, bugger, bugger! The ONE time I walk out of the house without any make up on!!! Shite!”

Yeah, cos tho he is waaay too young for me, you never know right? And he might have right-aged friends right? And they for once might not be fucktards… And isn’t the #1 Singleton Rule: NEVER go out in public without any make up on! Sigh… well, it is MY rule anyway… Not even power outage, not even thunderstorms, nothing justifies walking out of the house like that, dummy DutchBitch! And this was your wake up call -slash- punishment…

I talked to W (the neighbour) for a bit, we tried turning off all the electricity switches and turning them back on again, and while the whole neighborhood was getting power back, with us… nothing… After a while we decided to just go to sleep seeing as it was almost midnight anyway and just wait and see if power came back on by the morning.

It did… 1.5 hour later at about 1.15 a.m. When I suddenly was woken, in between thunderbolts that were making the house shake, by all the lights in the house switching on and the TV blaring. I sent W a text message

DutchBitch txt: “My power just came back on, no cable yet tho”
W txt: “I was just going to text the same to you. Going to sleep now. Goodnight :)”
DB txt: “Thanks and goodnight to you too. And you can please wipe that picture of your neighbor without make up from your memory, thanks”
W txt: “Oh please, you can totally pull off the no-make-up look. Sleep well”

Pff, I saw what I looked like, so I am sure he doesn’t mean any of it, he just knows not to piss of his next door neighbor and made a wise decision, heh…

All of Dutchyland was fucked up due to the thunderstorm. At DutchBitch Casa the brandnew Wii, dvd player and amplifier got fried. Fifth worst morning traffic jam of all time, motorways closed due to flooding, trees fallen over, fires all over due to lighting hitting, power still out in some places, trainschedules fucked up, cable still out (thank GOD, I switched my internet from cable to ADSL a while ago, whew, can you imagine?!)… Yeah, us Dutchies are lightweights, I know… Deal with it!

And if any of you were wondering.. yes… to compensate in the morning I went out in a black and white polka dotted dress, black high heels and a black cardigan (’twas a bit chilly out, give me a break! sheesh!). Silky smooth shaven legs. Fully make upped and hair dressed… I looked hawt!