Sunday, January 27, 2008

Rain, Rain, Go Away

What in the hell is happening to this town.

I love the rain, but what I love is when it's OUTSIDE and I'm INSIDE. I don't like going out in the rain because dammit, it's too cold for that.1 For those of you not in Los Angeles (even for some of you in L.A.), I may sound like a sissy, but this rain thing is totally ruining my schedule. I've got a lot of errands to run and I don't want to do them because I don't want to go out in the rain.

Besides the temperature, errands = driving, and whatever you've heard about L.A. driving, it gets worse tenfold when it's raining. I've been in three car accidents, and had two near-misses, and all of them were in the rain.

So meanwhile, here I sit, with lots to do but not enough of a death-wish to go out and do them. The one exception was getting out to the post office and mailing off a batch of our RvD2 DVDs, because by God, they paid for a product, and I'm not so much of a Fauntleroy that I'm not going to get it to them in as timely a fashion as possible, just because of a little rain.

But all my personal errands? I'll just take another cup of tea, thanks.

  1. The one exception to this was my freshman year of high school, February 1998, when El NiƱo hit. It was pouring rain the night of the Valentine's dance, and the heat inside was stifling, so some of my friends and I wound up going outside in the rain. But the rain was warm, and the music was loud, so we danced the night away in the pouring rain. It's frightening that that was a decade ago, almost to the day. Ah, to be young again.

1 comment:

St. Chris said...

Ah, to be 25 again!, actually, I don't want to be 25 again. I just want my body to be 15 years younger.