Jamie Lee Curtis and Friday the 13th

Today is Friday the 13th and it’s the only one in 2022. (Okay, so I'm getting this out a day late.)

I can honestly say I’ve never seen one of those screamer movies that feature Jamie Lee Curtis, one of them being Friday the 13th. On the other hand, I am crazy about Jamie Lee Curtis because I’ve been lucky enough to be mistaken for her once or twice.

I was in an elevator in Las Vegas when a guy called someone on his cell phone and turned his back to me. He whispered, “I’m in an elevator with Jamie Lee Curtis.”

I’m 16 years older than Jamie, but I couldn’t have been more flattered. I would love to meet her someday. What would I say, “Hey Jamie, does anyone ever mistake you for me?” Ha!

Friday the 13th is a franchise that Modern-day and New Age Pagans are claiming as a celebration. On the other hand, paraskevidekatriaphobia is the fear of the 13th. Some people choose not to fly or go to work on that day. Others see it as a lucky day or equate it with Jesus and his twelve disciples.

Friday the 13th means nothing to me. Not lucky, cursed, holy, or special. Just another day, so I went to the gym.

The traffic was terrible. Not many people showed up for our workout. I wondered if a case of paraskevidekatriaphobia had attacked the masses. I felt lifeless and struggled to get through the hour.

I dragged myself to the salon for my “Jamie Lee Curtis” haircut, and when I got home, I opened the novel I’ve been reading by Kristen Hannah titled Firefly Lane and crawled up on the bed to read . . . out of gas. It was all I could do to keep my eyes open.

Then I got it! It wasn’t the gym workout or the traffic or a Friday the 13th curse doing a number on me. My blood pressure has been a little high, so today I kicked caffeine. Withdrawals. Ugh! I'm sure the 14th will be better. It already is. I talked to my sister for an hour and it's her 75th birthday. Happy Birthday, Linda.