It’s Raining

Um, yes, so I had a lovely lunch with nm and we settled on some important gardening matters.  We saw literally everyone–my neighbor Jason, Ginger and her daughter, Peter Cooper, um… I think Nate Rau. And then I left and it was only sprinkling.

It started to rain more heavily. So I hid under a bush.

And then the skies opened up.

And now I am soaked.  Clear to the skin.

Except, fortunately, my underpants.

Because, let me tell you, there’s nothing worse than trying to pull on and off wet drawers all day.  As it stands, I’m having to go barefoot until my shoes dry.

Edited to add: And Ginger confirms that was Jack White sitting two booths behind nm. So, even more of everybody.

11 thoughts on “It’s Raining

  1. Ha, I hadn’t considered that! Maybe Jack White can literally make it rain. He must be very disappointing in strip clubs (and dangerous to women in very high heels).

  2. We saw Peter Cooper all over the place when we were there a few weeks ago! He knows some musicians my friend Cate knows. He’s a nice guy.

    Are you sure it was the real Jack White? Because we saw this band at the Basement called the White Owls, and the lead singer, TJ McFarland, definitely had a Jack White thing going on, even with the black hat and all. We texted a picture to some friends telling them it was Jack White (one of them even believed it was Johnny Depp!) and they all believed it!

  3. It’s the dementors breeding.

    I am soooo with you on the wet underwear thing. For that matter, I’ve almost given up swimming bcz of the same problem with a wet swimsuit. I hate hate hate that shivery pickled buttcheek feel.

  4. You know, I’m all about the germ theory of disease, but being caught in the rain may have given me a cold.

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