Yeah. So it's raining. A lot. And it's windy. Quite. They're calling it a "nor'easter". You can just call it windy rain. Don't say "nor'easter". It sounds retarded. Better yet, don't talk about the weather in the first place. We all know it's raining. We all know it's windy. Think of something better to talk about. Don't be so obvious. Don't make me hate you.
Or at least talk about how much you love the rain and how you wish there were a parade, or softball game, or carnival/fair/fest today that it could rain on and ruin. Or how you wish it were a Saturday and someone's wedding would be ruined. That'd be worth talking about.
I know I'm "supposed" to feel sympathy/empathy/compassion for the poor brides and grooms and all the attendant schmoes when the Big Day is a big wash, but I don't. I really groove on knowing that they won't be able to stand up and wave through the open sunroof of their rented white limo, or take that romantic chariot ride around Central Park, or have their pictures taken on a grand lawn somewhere. I love knowing the white train of the bride's dress is bound to be sullied (just like the virginal bride later that night! teehee!) along the hem and her hair is destined for frizz and cowlicks. I like knowing that there will be tears.
But won't it be poetic, that they'll do their crying in the rain?
How pretty.
Enjoy your day!
fresh-baked at 09:41 AMIt's raining outside? I hadn't noticed.
Offered by: mg on October 16, 2002 4:29 PMMEOWWWWWW!
Offered by: Kelly on October 16, 2002 3:23 PMNo rain here on the icy island of ever green and I must say I got a bit jealous after reading your post. Don’t really know why though since the weather here is perfect. Not a cloud in the sky, cold as shit and the sun barely goes up. It just moves around the horizon and does it best to blind drivers.
Typical autumn in Iceland: cold, car crashes and after dark the sky fills with stars and northern lights...
Offered by: hildur on October 16, 2002 2:35 PMP.S. I don't want this degenerating into a discussion about weddings, though. There are other sites for such indulgence. Not here! Thanks.
Offered by: Jodi on October 16, 2002 1:52 PMActually, Emilio, I'm not trying to "appear" any way contrary to reality. For some reason, botched weddings amuse the hell out of me. Probably because I have no respect for such colossals waste of money.
Offered by: Jodi on October 16, 2002 1:51 PMI like to pick my scabs. I find it to be therapeutic.
Offered by: Pete on October 16, 2002 12:39 PMDon't let it rain on my parade!
Offered by: Mad Genius on October 16, 2002 11:34 AMAnother bad Sunday in the Times' wedding announcement section, perhaps?
Offered by: tim on October 16, 2002 11:29 AMCrying in the Rain - a bad Whitesnake song... But yeah, life goes on - even if your wedding day is rained on. Why do people feel that everything has to be perfect??
Offered by: Zaldor on October 16, 2002 11:15 AMAnd here I was about to comment on the nasty wind and rain. I used to like rainy days. But now they bring migraines that won't go away... and joint pain that makes it hard to move. These days are hell for me.
Offered by: Zuly on October 16, 2002 11:11 AMWith respect, Jodi, I don’t believe you. I think this one requires an even higher dose of salt than usual. "I like knowing that there will be tears"?? You are trying to appear meaner than you really are.
I used to like stormy weather when I was young; now I find it threatening and I long for the sun to shine and the wind to be nil, or a soft breeze at most. Anything else is too much excitement for this old coot.
Offered by: Æmilius (Emilio Fischman) on October 16, 2002 10:49 AMOMG, this is so EVIL!!! LOL!
I thought I was the only one who thought stuff like this. A couple years ago it rained on the day of our company picnic and everyone else was bummed. Some of the girls were even crying. But I was secretly thrilled!
Offered by: Janice on October 16, 2002 10:23 AMHoney, there's a stem a growin' outta yer head. And that orange foundation does nothing for you.
Offered by: Jay on October 16, 2002 10:16 AMNor easter wester vester, who really cares so long as it is raining. Nothing like a grey gloomy day to perk up the spirits and set the imagination alight.
Offered by: Kevin on October 16, 2002 9:59 AM
