On Saturday it rained so hard that Brigid's car filled with water. That, upon coming home from the liquor store, we were so hesitant to get out and run inside that we just stayed in the car and drank in the driveway. That the pool almost overflowed. On Sunday we drove a long time to get to the beach, and then, shortly after we watched the lifeguards drag in their stands from the shoreline, it rained again, and we left, watching gaps in the sand fill with water to form tiny, tin-colored lagoons. So it was what it was, the weekend it rained. Last night we went to Wendy's well after closing, 1/3 of us barefoot and 3/3rds drunk, and we walked through the drive-thru, and I ordered a fruit punch with my cheeseburger because they didn't have orange soda, and when we got back home I spiked it with vodka, and this morning, Brigid found all the rain in her car.
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