Naked Adventure

Today I was reading some blogs about getting locked out and I was reminded of a story that really needs to be told...it's that good...and that bad.

We lived in this one apartment one summer three years ago. It was part of a bunch of quadplexes grouped together. It had a nice screened in porch with blinds that came about half way down the screens. I set up all my oil painting supplies out there and almost every day would strip down naked and paint. No one could see anything but my legs, and I enjoyed some naked time (very precious) AND did not have to worry about getting clothes dirty.

I enjoyed one of these painting days one day when Noah was at work. I painted away and enjoyed being completely naked without anyone knowing. After feeling like I had done some good work, I went to go inside our apartment...only to realize that I was locked out. I was stuck with no phone and no way of getting in or out. Noah wasn't due home for another 4 hours. So I weighed my options and decided to make a break for it. I broke one of the screens (which we had to pay for when we moved out) grabbed a roll of canvas and wrapped myself in it. I ran upstairs to our very strange, upstairs, lesbian neighbors (surprise surprise!) and had to ask to use the phone. I don't think she ever thought the day would come when a 21 year old showed up naked and wrapped in canvas at her door. I called Noah and demanded that he drive home immediately to rescue me. He was pretty furious because he hates all my naked drama stories. But man did I ever laugh about it.

I crawled back in the porch (remember I am stark neked!) and waited for Noah to come rescue me.