For the record, I hate the rain. I know that our dried up valley needs the water whenever we can get it, what with the ring around Lake Mead showing more and more every single day, but there is something about rain that turns me completely off, and whenever I am in it, all I can think of is how I want to be out of it. We are into our second day of a downpour; the first I managed to get through without a single drop touching me, so here's hoping that I am as successful today as I was yesterday in staying dry.
Along with the rain comes all the dirt and gunk all over the damn place, wet seats on the bus, soggy newspaper and other litter in the street -- the people that think Vegas is all glitter, glamor and lights have obviously not seen Maryland Parkway through the dimly lit filter of a rainy day.
There was, however, the most magnificent rainbow in the sky just before sundown yesterday. J and I were on our way to my house from the bank, and driving down Harmon, sitting on the side of the Hard Rock hotel, we looked in the sky and were blessed to see the rainbow from one end to the other, glowing brightly in the sky and reflecting off of shiny buildings and windows. Even the glow of sundown was mystical. My memory card on my camera was full, and we rushed to empty it so that I could capture some of that beauty, but alas, we didn't make it in time, and we are therefore left with only our memories of it, and the shared memories of everyone else we saw standing on the streets staring in awe.
Then of course there was the whole coming home to see flashing lights going off in the back of my building. Apparently a hit-and-run accident turned into a high speed chase both by vehicle and on foot, and somehow it found its way onto our quiet backstreet where we stood and watched the remaining saga unfold. For the record, it took Las Vegas Metro almost thirty minutes to show up after 911 calls were made by three separate individuals to let them know about the escalating situation, and when they did finally show up, they turned the event into a three-ring circus, which J, Nakachi and I got bored watching after about fifteen minutes.
We watched Saturday Night Fever last night. Knaw'lej and J and had never seen it, so it was fun to watch it again with people that had never experienced the excitement that is watching young John Travolta shake his shimmy. As has been explained before, we are not passive movie watchers, so watching anything with us requires active participation from all members of the audience. Not only did we heckle the movie, but we freestyled hilarious remixes to Justin Timberlake's "Sexy Back", and that means that anytime I hear that song, I will not be able to keep from giggling hysterically to myself.
Dinner last night was steamed vegetables, rice and pinto beans. We were supposed to have chicken, but I didn't think to take it out to thaw earlier, and realizing that no matter how much hot water we sat it in, it wasn't going to thaw any faster, we elected to have a strictly vegetarian meal. J and I polished off a bottle of Reisling by ourselves while Knaw'lej and D. Cute Boy had Guinness and Nakachi abstained from any alcohol intake.
She was probably the only one that wasn't cursing the alarm clock this morning. Even with having only four hours of sleep, I still managed to get up, get cleaned and ready and out the door in time to make the early bus to work, early enough even to not have to rush down the wet, filthy sidewalk to the bus stop. I was even smiling and grinning while I walked down the street, because in spite of the rain, I was in a very good mood. Good company, good times and good energy will do that for you.
I still hate the rain though.