It was pouring outside at Summerstage yesterday while Vampire Weekend was playing. Sadly, I looked outside and the raincoats were NOT coming - say OH!
I ended up wearing a black trashbag as a dress just in an attempt to keep my camera dry. Six people ducking under a table umbrella had to cling onto the pole just to keep it from tipping over. With monsoon-like rains drenching us and the winds picking up, we felt as though we were on a boat about to be thrown overboard!
I took some pictures when the rain ease up a little bit but it was so overwhelming that I didn't even notice Ezra from Vampire Weekend walk by through my frame in this shot. The rain didn't stop the crowd from getting crazy once they finally squeegeed enough water off the stage for them to perform.
My day ended with me walking home in my garbage bag. I didn't care and I was even smiling at people who were desperately trying to stay dry with their little, $3 umbrellas. I had vendors on St. Mark's waving me over, saying, "Miss, miss! Umbrella! Umbrella!" I laughed and said, "Thank you, (as my hair is so wet it can't absorb anymore rainwater) but I think its too late for an umbrella".
A bleach-blonde punk girl was standing next to me at a crosswalk and looked over at me. I sheepishly smiled and her and she asked me if she had met me last night. Seeing as we probably don't hang in the same circles I told her probably not. Then she told me how she makes $5 per hour handing out tattoo flyers but it was too rainy to hand them out anymore cause they all stick together. Then she asked me if I was homeless.
I said, "No, I'm just wearing a trash bag today", as the rain continued to dump down on my head. I was kind of enjoying talking to her so I kept walking by her side. All of a sudden she sped up, said "take care" and basically ran away from me. I don't know if it was the lull in conversation or the fact that I wasn't homeless that bothered her but it appeared that I was the one to scare her away.
