Rained out of Shakespeare in the park tonight. Sat in the rain (which was coming and going and coming and going) for about an hour before they called the show canceled. More than fairly wet by this point, despite a light jacket and a tarp we were all hiding under for a time.
Sans Shakespeare, we went out for coffee. It started raining rather seriously by the time we were at the coffee place, but we found some mostly dry seating on their patio. Sipped coffee, watched the rain, chatted with friends a bit (despite my tendency towards wallflowerish silence).
Time to leave, and it’s pouring again. Reasonably wet by the time we made it to the car and still wet by the time we got home. It is rather impressive how long clothes, once wet, can stay wet. (Especially denim, which, geez, never dries.) Brrrrr.
Am now home (or home away from home), dry, and almost warm again. All in all, an evening of good company, rain-soaked hijinx, and plenty of coffee — but no Shakespeare. Well, it will have to suffice, I suppose.
