when it rains it pours

So yesterday I was caught in a tropical depression.
For those of you who don't know a tropical depression is basically what happens before a storm gets upgraded to hurricane status. and nobody told me that one was festering off the east coast, and like a jackass i ventured to Wilmington for work the worst possible day to visit.

I was right on the outskirts of Wilmington (in Hampstead NC) and decided to call up my friend Becky for lunch. Becky works downtown Wilmington, which has lots of cute/delicious restaurants. AS I was making my way into town it started to sprinkle...as I neared downtown, it was pouring. But it subsided just in time for me and Becky to find a parking space, and walk the few blocks to the restaurant. We sat down to lunch, and literally the bottum fell out. We remarked at how it was nice to be indoors, and not outside in such a bad storm. As lunch went on it kept raining, but over good food, and equally good convo we didn't seem to notice. It wasn't till after we had finished eating, that we looked outside, and noticed that it was raining just as hard as when we first got there.

So me and Becky decided to wait the storm out over hot tea. We enjoyed our tea, and after we were done it was still pouring....so the waitress brought more tea...(well really just more hot water) and we waited some more.

By this point it was pretty obvious to me and Becky that the wait staff was trying to close down. In fact when we asked if they had dessert they told us they didn't have any, and then they turned out all the lights. Me and Becky thought that both of these were signs that we should probably leave. And I should note, that we had been there almost 3 hours waiting out the storm that had no end.

So we walked out of the door....and stood under the awning of the resaurant for a good 15 minutes while we contemplated our next move. It was still pouring, the streets flooded, and no where to find shelter. We had to make a run for it. So we took off our heels, rolled up our dress pants, and set to running through the streets of Wilmington, stopping at various bus stops. I don't know what was worse....being soaking wet, or being barefoot in a bus stop...you decide.

We finally made it to the car, and we were soaked to the bone. The thing about it is that I should have known something ridiculos would ensue from hanging out with Becky....something usually does when you hang with her. You never know what you will get when you call Becky up for a visit...but you can be guarenteed that there will be laughs involved.