The most descriptive word to sum up this past weekend is “sloshed.” This refers to both the drunken connotation of the word and the description of “wading through water.” Interestingly enough I was actually portraying the adjective while doing the verb.The Captain and I ventured out to the Mann music center Friday in nothing less than a torrential downpour. We started out at Chilis to kill some time before the Norah Jones concert, and as usual a (probably necessary) heated discussion ensued. Long story short, I’m a dumbass who’s problems are compounded by the fact that I’m very often misunderstood. You may hear differently from others, but I’m positive thatI’m regularly misunderstood (and probably through fault of my own). Once we got theMann you could tell the rain wasn’t going to let up. As the Captain put it, it couldn’thave possible rained any harder. The gestapo at the gates confiscated our $4.99 tealumbrella and herded us back into the rain once we got to the “pavilion”. Thanks guys.So now we’re left with the choice of staying dry or standing in the rain for beer.My strategy was to drink enough beer to counteract the annoyance of the rain. Thankfullyour seats were under cover, but it still didn’t solve soaking trek to the beer andbathroom. When subjected to that much rain, there comes a point where you just embraceyour fate and start to enjoy it. Yes, I was wet and cold, but there was somethingliberating about listening to some good music whilst overcoming the elements. Theconcert and acoustics were good, although I didn’t get to hear my favorite song. TheCaptain kept telling me to be patient that it was going to come during the encore,but alas she never played it. All in all it was a very good night though.