Rain Pants

Monday, Feb. 09, 2009 - 12:39 a.m.

Yesterday evening's trip to Disneyland was stopped at midpoint for a reason I've never come across before.

I have found myself having to suspend a day at the park due to fatigue, barfing, menstruation, excessive heat, excessive cold, blisters, and in more than one instance, because low blood sugar was causing me to have the temperment of a scalded ape and me just wanting to get away from everybody until I'd had something to eat.

But yesterday, a new excuse came up.

If we had stayed, Old Buddy Dave's pants would have fallen down.

The buckle on that brand-new belt he got for Christmas fucking broke.

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He crammed his hands in his pockets and held on to them from the inside for dear life, and we scurried home.

Rarely was a temptation stronger than for me to toss something at Dave just to see what would happen.

But I didn't do it, and when we got back home, we did decide to go back to the park after Dave replaced his belt.

There are more details to be had, but it's his story to tell, so keep checking his diary.

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In other news, after we went back, the rain had fun with us.

We'd deploy the little umbrellas we'd bought at Albertsons (Thanks, John!), and it would spritz and hem and haw and then stop, and then we'd put the brellies away and it would go booosh.

Now, these are not going to be the most protective umbrellas in the world, because Dave and I are large economy-sized people and the umbrellas had just enough coverage to keep our hair and glasses from becoming soaked.

Think of Totoro with a leaf. Yeah, like that.

But it was enough to keep our glasses dry, which was what mattered, and to keep us from colliding with other people in the downpour.

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I'm too tired to write much else. It was a nice evening, all things accounted for.

Have a nice Monday.

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