Squishy to the drizzle
Well. Yesterday was certainly interesting.
Theresa's job at the phone company allows her to get free lawn seats to Riverbend if she stands at the gate for about an hour handing people flyers for people to sign up for a sweepstakes. I helped her. That's how (and why) I went to the concert. Rock the Mic was the name of the tour and it sported Fabulous, Snoop Dog, 50 Cent, and JayZ. Now, as you know me as an esteemed graduate of the School of Heavy Metal Thunder, this was an odd event for me to join. The show was good, but threatened rain. Lots of rain. Thunderstorms actually. And we had lawn access.
We were drenched. Theresa brought a shower curtain, but that didn't work well in the wind. It was during Snoop's set that the rain was hardest, and it returned again for JayZ's. It came down in buckets, people were sliding in the mud and it was an entirely entertaining time to be had. I enjoyed every performance with the exception of 50 Cent. Am I the only person who thinks that his music is just plain boring?
I've also had a cold for the past week (since swimming at East Fork lake over the weekend with Theresa and Amy). Great idea, huh? Recovering from a cold, go to stand in the rain and wind for five hours.
Which is why I'm home now instead of at work. The thunderstorms continued into the night. My electricity died while I was asleep killing my alarm clock, my phone is getting more and more fuggered by shutting off randomly, and my shoes and pants are still soaking wet. And to top it all, I'm dealing with issues with PlanetSide and creating a website for my fellow outfitmates.
This isn't a good day.