Winter in California means 50F and rainy. Not even the non-stop typhoon season of Williamsburg, but a couple days here and there. The whole thing is laughable really. Suddenly, people are bundled in ski parkas and scarves. (The UGG boots are always in season here.) I am guilty of busting out the pea coat, because the light jacket isn't quite enough on the bike, and the pea coat has a hood. It's not cold, which I occasionally have to remind myself.
Light rain is the California equivalent of snow, because apparently the weather is just too inclement for Californians to leave the house. Seriously, in my 42 person history lecture, 20 people showed up today. That's PATHETIC! Even worse - the professor wasn't even a little surprised! Oy! Virginians just pull on the slicker and pack extra socks in a plastic bag. Chicagoans just laugh and enjoy the "warm" weather.
The last time it rained like this, I got drenched riding the bike home. I HATE riding my bike in rain. Wearing glasses is extra difficult, and waterlogged jeans make it harder. I came in, called a warning to SuperK if he was in before I stripped down to my undies before scurrying into the bathroom to dry off and pull on toasty, warm, dry jammies. Of all ironies, I was wearing my W&M t-shirt.
We William and Mary kids got used to this. We packed spare clothes, grocery bags, umbrellas. At the theater, we had the added bonus of getting throw wet clothes into the costume shop dryer occasionally. You always had a couple of pairs of shoes so that there was always something wet, something dry, and the emergency backup flip-flops (I always hydroplaned in flips, but if the other option was soggy sneaks, it could be a tough call.)
What I found really abysmal wasn't even that the kids didn't show up, but the fact that those who did mostly just took up space. It was embarrassing, disrespectful and distracting. The girl in front of me was doing the crossword. The girl next to me was reading a book for a different class. When she wasn't texting on her iPhone. The guy behind me was reading the paper, and the guy next to him read the school paper. By comparison, I was less offended by the kid who left in the middle of class with his phone, because it was probably something serious, or at least he had the courtesy to not waste time.
Rain isn't my favorite, and I would much rather be tucked in my bed with some fiction, but it's not gonna keep me from doing what needs to get done.
on the DVR: "Trust Me" pilot
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As a former Californian, I agree that their winters -- and their reaction to them -- are pathetic.
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