I sought live music on Tuesday as that seems to be a decent source of distraction. As the band started and the lead lady played with her MAC computer, I murmured over a smile (perhaps louder than I intended) "holy cacophony!" followed by a slow "what the heeeelll???". Cracked up inside, of course. BUT, to my enjoyment, it meandered into something more euphoric than discordant and I left quite impressed at these young musical whippersnappers.
Tonight, I took myself out, yet again, to a local restaurant to feast in their live music offerings and perhaps distract myself from recent events (bonus, right!). I was distracted all right. It was a crapfest like I've never heard! Cracked me up. Geneva convention protocols need amending; I think we have something here. There were moments when I asked myself, 'would it be rude if I plugged in my Ipod?'
I'm being mean. They weren't THAT bad. But the telling moment was when the 'monsoon' struck at the same time my check came. Band or monsoon. Band or monsoon. Tuffy. I chose the rain. (Am cracking up still).
The rain bent sideways to no surprise. It was indeed quite a rain storm. What I was looking for, however, was the tornado. SURELY there was a tornado in the area given the way people were sprinting and panicking. Alas, just rain. What's the fuss over??? I hiked up my pants and went a' strollin sans umbrella (didn't bring one).
The rain splattered my glasses and drenched my clothes as I walked home, and I couldn't help but smile and think, "damn straight....that's how we do!". Instead of weathering the storm indoors, we walk in it. We take it on no matter how hard it pours.
We need a coping category because this is a good example of it. Glad you went out, but I can so beat your rain story, muffin. I (said in you-know-who's voice) hauled a Eureka vaccum cleaner through driving rain. Had to slow walk cuz I couldn't see through my glasses with all the water. Wa-wa-waaaaaaaa
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