Not just raining but hard buckets onto wincing faces.
Still it was one of the most fun nights; I like to think the rain inspired cameraderie and that's why the gig went well, but I know in my heart that everyone was just so grateful to be finally inside out of the rain.
Later that night, it rained on us like I have NEVER experienced before.
On Monday we went to clean the apartment and do our get out, and, as Meg and I walked from Drumcondra to the Docklands, the sun shone so hard it was like I imagine Latin America to be. Then it started pouring, really lashing. Walking along in summer dresses, huddling under an umbrella, crying like babies, getting the ferry across. I thought we were miserable but we seemed to have been quite cheerful.
