It's the morning after and strange as it probably sounds, I feel better about my life and the people in it today than before I got mugged last night. I mean people (neighbors, bankers, cops, friends, lovers) just stepped up.
If I have to pick my favorite part about getting mugged (thus far... the day is young), it has to be the protective outrage already coming from the various males in my life. Don't get me wrong, I'm an independent woman and I held my own last night. You never fight with someone who has a weapon but once he took off, I chased him vigorously while shouting some fairly colorful iterations of the word "fuck."
In fairness, not exactly sure what I thought I was going to do if I caught up to him but I know I at least rattled him with my crazy eyes and Banshee-Cossack temper. According to his rap sheet, I also have an inch and 10 lbs on this kid. Too bad I didn't have a hammer. Hammer trumps screwdriver.
Back to the boys. I am both warmed and amused by the testosterone-laced bravado that has ensued into today from man and beast alike:
The Epicurious Chemist: "Although Jamieson looks far larger than I am, if you ever get a bad feeling or something and you need someone to make sure shit's alright, let me or Lisa know. She is armed with pepper spray and I am armed with guns of solid muscle. And an uncanny knowledge of old Jean Claude van Damme movies. I'll go Lionheart on some punk ass kids."
Bri: "You let me know if I need to come up there. Too bad Alex had already left(Bri's brother was staying chez TKTC this weekend). He would have put a vicious beating in place on behalf of the family."
Jaimeson (via this morning's facebook status): " Jaimeson is trying to be calm about TKTC getting mugged. 'A head for a tooth,' says the angry Greeklastname."
Branner the Puppy (by way of D):"Branner's gonna throw down on those guys."
My dad was en route to the UK when everything went down so Mom and I have made the executive decision not to tell him as I am fine. The only thing scarier than a big Greek manfriend is my big Russian Dad (the furious and irate edition).
Pity the fool.