July 15, 2004
Water, water, everywhere
Last night I had the distinct pleasure of going to the Ben Folds/Guster/Rufus Wainwright concert in Central Park -- in the rain. We had a good time, but dammit we had to earn it. Outdoor concerts in the rain are not easy.
Luckily, we were somewhat prepared. My brother and I (without even talking to each other before hand) both brought (semi) waterproof jackets, plastic garbage bags, paper towels, and a change of shirt. A lot of people there had nothing with them, except perhaps a strong hope that it wouldn't rain.
I think my brother and I owe our prepardness to our mother. When I was younger, she always used to bring a huge bag of supplies with her when she would chaperone the class trips in elementary school -- it had juice boxes if we got thirsty, snacks if we got hungry, first aid kits if we got hurt, puppies in case we got bored, tiny scissors in case we had to trim small plants, and just about anything else we might need over the next 6 hours. I thought she was crazy, but then, after a few emergency bonzai situations, she didn't seem so crazy anymore.
Granted, it doesn't take a whole lot of brains to bring the things we did. But what makes me think that there's more to it than common sense is that:
a) I have no common sense, I rely completely on training
b) That we both brought so many things.
So thanks, Mom, for making us overprepared for everything we do.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go pack some road flares for the 4 mile commute home.Posted by Kevin at July 15, 2004 04:26 PM