having offered our place up for a the party locale, dabney and i should have known that it probably wasn't the best of ideas. every event we've ever played host to seems to be cursed by bad weather. a partial list of examples: torrential rain has obliterated not one, but two pride parties; two years ago a freak snowfall decided to disrupt our halloween party; and our wedding -- heralded by hurricane isabelle which decided to blow through new england that very weekend.
so of course, as beautiful as the weather has been the last few weeks, saturday, by our association alone, had to be cursed with showers. inevitably, those showers eventually became monsoon-like by 4 pm. the rain came down so hard at one point, our hopes of a backyard beer garden were quickly dashed when our trusty mogo tent could no longer bear the brunt of the water filling its white canopy. within minutes, we heard a loud BANG.
here are the snarled and bent remains. R.I.P. dear tent.
will and i were forced to deal with the wreckage.
luckily, while the weather literally dampened the environment, nothing could stop our revelers.
1 comment:
bye bye tent!
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