Rainstorm in Kuwait
Last night the Tribe found itself hanging out in an unexpected rainstorm. This Tribe has the most awesome people I can say I’ve ever met. It’s special to me and we are
down for each other. I like that about our Tribe. After our weekly dinner, we decided to get some dessert at another restaurant. We decided on one of my favorite spots (although I'm not sure why I like the place so much, it NEVER has what I order on the menu, EVER). It’s nothing like going into a familiar space where good, fun memories will be made with people you love and want to be around.
We were outside enjoying the beautiful weather when I felt a raindrop. Of course, when I asked if anyone had felt a raindrop they were like "Nope". I figured it was my active imagination working overtime. When I saw the sky light up with what looked to me like lightning. I didn't say anything because again, I thought it was my active imagination. And let's face it, the drivers here are so bad I figured somebody had swerved trying to avoid hitting a pedestrian and their headlights shined our way (although now that I think about it I did see the lightening UP in the sky, but I guess that's another story for another time).
We were at our table laughing and talking when BatMate said: "Hey, I feel raindrops". I said, "I thought I felt a raindrop". Before anybody else agreed with BatMate and my enlightened discovery we all collectively realized the sky was about to open up and dump some angry, wet watery pearls on anybody and everybody who was out for a nice, dry evening. If you were a dry object, inanimate or not, you were about to get dumped on (phrasing). We all pretty much made a silent collective agreement to gather inside the shop closest to us.
We were outside enjoying the beautiful weather when I felt a raindrop. Of course, when I asked if anyone had felt a raindrop they were like "Nope". I figured it was my active imagination working overtime. When I saw the sky light up with what looked to me like lightning. I didn't say anything because again, I thought it was my active imagination. And let's face it, the drivers here are so bad I figured somebody had swerved trying to avoid hitting a pedestrian and their headlights shined our way (although now that I think about it I did see the lightening UP in the sky, but I guess that's another story for another time).
We were at our table laughing and talking when BatMate said: "Hey, I feel raindrops". I said, "I thought I felt a raindrop". Before anybody else agreed with BatMate and my enlightened discovery we all collectively realized the sky was about to open up and dump some angry, wet watery pearls on anybody and everybody who was out for a nice, dry evening. If you were a dry object, inanimate or not, you were about to get dumped on (phrasing). We all pretty much made a silent collective agreement to gather inside the shop closest to us.
We watched as the clouds unzipped its incredibly angry moisture on anybody who didn't think they could or would get wet when it rained while the wind blew chairs around the spaces and walkways where we had, not five minutes ago, been sitting and laughing.
We watched everything from the dry comfort of the shop we had run into. It poured! The wind blew! The walkways flooded!!! It was that exciting (for me anyway).
We decided to leave when the rain had not stopped but calmed down a bit. By the time we were done hugging and saying good night to each other, I realized we might have to swim home. We waded through the cold, wet water that now stood on the walkways to get to the taxi our hero (thank you BatMate) had so bravely stood in the rain to get for us. The icing on the cake of this cold and wet perfect evening was this: we had to ride home in an incredibly stinky taxi. It was a really slow taxi ride and not just because of the smell. The traffic was horrible. Nothing tops a cold, wet evening off like getting into a taxi that reeks of onions, Fritos and feet while trying to stay warm and keep dry all while moving at the pace of a really sick snail or sloth (pick the slowest). We got what we could under the circumstances, but damn Mr. Taxi Driver, why do we have to suffer more than we already are? Last night’s memories turned out to be funny and (phrasing) soaking wet!!!! Good company, good food, good memories!!
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