The day we almost lost Dikla

I was in the middle of a post on Iron Chef Morimoto when a loudspeaker announcement declared: “Evacuate the building. This is not a drill.” But I’m in the middle of blogging! And I have an interview this afternoon! There is no time for a 15-story descent to Wilshire Boulevard.

But there I was marching down the equivalent of a 5k in high-heel boots. I earned my lunch.

When I got to the street, I began rampantly searching for my counterpart. “Where is Dikla?” I cried. I called her cell.

“Danielle, where are you? Where is everybody?” she asked quite calmly, all things considered.

“Deeks, there was a fire in the building. We had to walk down 15 flights of stairs!”

Alone and unwitting, she took the elevator to the first floor. By then 6 trucks of firemen were sending people back to work. Bummer. It was such a beautifully hot day for standing in the middle of a Koreatown sidewalk. It was also the end of my Morimoto blogpost, because now I have to go to The Getty to check out Nicole Cohen’s video installation.

Thank goodness that was the worst of this exercise en-masse of flight-from-danger.

And Dikla is OKAY!