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So I'm walking back to my car from the soundstage and talking to the Production Manager and Producer about a bit of a financial bomb we just got hit with and then the first drops started. You know the really big rain drops that fall so sporatically that you feel like you could just dodge through them like a slalom skier? Well anyway we didn't think much of. The Producer even remarked that it was somewhat pleasant as it was such a hot and humid day. The breeze had kicked up and the few big drops were refreshing.
As we rounded the corner of the building and started out across the parkinglot (we had parked near the bungalows at the other side of course) we saw it. Moving slowly and steadily toward us. A wall of water. We stopped. There was nowhere to go. The Producer and PM took off in slight jog towards the cars. I just started walking. I had so far to go that an Olympic Sprinter wouldn't be any drier. So I decided why fight it.
My stroll across the parking lot was nice liesurely and very very wet. I sit here dripping on my desk chair . . . actually it's my neighbor's chair I didn't want to get mine wet. It's cold, very cold. But sometimes getting caught in the rain is nice.
As we rounded the corner of the building and started out across the parkinglot (we had parked near the bungalows at the other side of course) we saw it. Moving slowly and steadily toward us. A wall of water. We stopped. There was nowhere to go. The Producer and PM took off in slight jog towards the cars. I just started walking. I had so far to go that an Olympic Sprinter wouldn't be any drier. So I decided why fight it.
My stroll across the parking lot was nice liesurely and very very wet. I sit here dripping on my desk chair . . . actually it's my neighbor's chair I didn't want to get mine wet. It's cold, very cold. But sometimes getting caught in the rain is nice.