house, it was drip drop! drip drop! all of a sudden. one night, we decided to meet some friends for dinner, and i offered to bring dessert. have you ever tried to carry a freshly baked, still-hot cake in a paper bag, under a too-small umbrella, in a rainstorm? i have. that’s all i want to say about that.
then there was the time – the following night, actually – that we took a cab home from a cocktail party, again in the rain. this may be impossible, but i could swear – really, swear – that the body of the vehicle was not attached to its wheels. it was like 