Rhode Island has been one monsoon after another since approx when Dracula started, and oh how it's just gotten worse. Monsoon number one took place on the trek through downtown Newport to get pockets and Starbucks between shows on closing night. Monsoon number two was definitely this weekend after closing night of the One Act Fest, the adventure to Gillary's. Ah, Monsoon Saturday. That one was the best. Thames Street literally flooded, oh yes. Finally, Monsoon number three was yesterday - People slipping all the way down the hill that leads to our apartments like the good old days, me showing up to rehearsal looking like my best impression of a drowned rat, shivering with a half-spilled cup of minty green tea in my hands. Yes, it was a thing to witness.
Whatever, kids. After living in Rhody for over three years now, I think I'm mostly at the point where I can brush it off as hilarious. It's a part of the culture when you live on a bay. Just gets frustrating when I really want to go ride my horse or I just got my hair looking half decent. But that's life.
Also, been drinking Emergen-C again like it's my jorb. Flashbacks to the monodays of last spring, aka how I got through Midsummer.
'Smile, Kristin.'
'I'm smilin, boss.'
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