Rain on my parade

Went to the heavily anticipated TASTE festival last evening. I had practically starved myself so that I could binge eat on the lovely delicacies on offer. I had been looking forward for months!
And what happened?
It rained and rained and rained for the 4 hours were there.
Oh and did I mention it was an outdoor event? In a park?
It was wet, soggy, squelchy, muddy..ugh! Not at all conducive to dining on fine cuisine. Unless you're a frog or a duck or some such water obsessed creature, in which case it's all fun and games!

True it had been a grey kind of day with a few scattered showers - the kind of thing that passes for summer here in London. THAT I was prepared for and could manage. But for it to literally turn into waterfest for the few hours we were there was just bad timing or bad luck!
And I took it all very personally. After all, it hadn't rained like that in ages. And it didn't rain the whole day before the festival and the sky cleared up magically on our way back and it's been a lovely dry day today so far. So yes, it felt very personal.

I stomped around with a sour face under my umbrella, agonising over the frizzy afro style mess my hair was turning into, glaring at everyone who dared accidentally poke me with their umbrella and feeling like I could scream except I was afraid I would drown under the amount of water I might swallow.
Clearly everyone else there felt the same, they were all trudging around in their macs and umbrellas with grumpy faces and resigned body language. Trying resolutely to HAVE FUN because they had paid for it!
Anyway, despite the neck deep mud and amazon rain forest conditions - we still managed to EAT something! Yay! I was half expecting the food to taste of mud and squelch as well, but it didn't. It was awesome!
And after a few lovely warm tasters and experimental desserts.. I felt the anger and upset subside a little (even my afro deflated a bit).
Buoyed by the moment, I turned to the BF to complain anew about the weather.
'It's such a shame about the weather!'
'I know'
'I wish it would just stop. It's sooo annoying!'
'I know'
'I'm really pissed off. What a waste of a lovely opportunity..'
'But you know what the amazing thing is?'
'What?' Fairly shocked he could still find something to be amazed by, unless it was the size of my afro (it was growing again)
'That we can still manage to have fun and enjoy ourselves no matter what', he smiled.

And that, ladies and gents, was that.
The sun came bursting through(metaphorically of course), the afro deflated (still metaphorically) and my smile widened (literally this time).

Life was good again :)