Sunday, July 25, 2010

Rain is Stupid, But Sometimes Humorous


Well we certainly had yet another adventurous day, gallivanting near our old stomping grounds here in the Pittsburgh area. Our morning adventures took us to the Oakmont Bakery where we marveled at the delicacies featured in this grand place located in the quaint town of Oakmont, PA. People were lined up by the dozens, waiting for their number to be called, to place an order with one of the cheery young ladies working there. We had to wait through twenty numbers until ours was called, but we needed the time to decide just what yummy items we wanted to bring home to enjoy.
Once our minds were made up, we headed over to Jim and Heather's place for a bit, before heading to Stacey's for a quick swim in the pool and some hot dogs on the grill. The weather was extremely hot, even for the pool, so we relaxed at Stacey's in the cool comfort of air conditioning, until Marty's brother, Steve, showed up with the family to join Marty and me for the Pirate Game. Marty had bought tickets for us to go at a crazy price of $4.00 each. One of the perks of the game was that the Steve Miller band would be playing after the game.
When Marty mentioned that this band was playing after the game, the memories of our last exposure to this band came flooding back. It was in the heat of August, at the Bethlehem Musicfest, and we had free tickets from some corporate sponsor. I wasn't exactly thrilled about attending, but went along because Marty was eager to go.
The weather was hot and steamy, and our seats were in folding chairs out in the lawn. The performance began right around dusk. The band played a few songs before the weather decided to bless us with rain. Before long, the rain picked up, and there was thundering and lightening all around us. The band was in the middle of a song when the power zapped out for a brief moment, and then all the music came back up again, and Steve Miller continued to play. Then, when the lightening struck again, the concert was called to a complete halt.
Marty and I found ourselves walking through ankle deep water, in the pouring rain, and I felt the need to stop into the restroom, and wring out my underwear before continuing to the bus that would shuttle us to our car. We were about as wet as someone who jumped into a pool of water would be.
Well, the story was certainly memorable for years, and I had just shared this with Mark, Susie and Sarah last evening when we were talking about seeing the band tonight.
So, we headed off around 5:00 for the game, in the extreme heat, bought dinner at the ballpark, and found ourselves seated comfortably in peanut heaven just as game time began. The Pirates were playing well through five innings, and the full moon began to rise over the city.
Soon, I noticed that the moon disappeared. San Diego began getting runs, and the next thing we knew, there was a rain delay. But we were comfortably dry up in the cheap seats, waiting for the game to presume. After about 30 minutes, the delay was stopped, and the Pirates went on to lose the game.
The field was set up for the Steve Miller band, and now, it was 11:15 p.m., and he was just beginning to perform. The band played through a few songs, and then the rain began, and we found ourselves watching this man playing in the rain just as he had 5 years ago. The security team was trying to get him to quit playing, but he insisted that the show would go on.
Once again, we were listening to the band, when lightening struck around the stadium, and Steve Miller decided to sing just one more song, and then quit the show. We all applauded at his efforts, and began the walk out of the stadium to our car, in the pouring rain.
Marty and I found ourselves soaking wet, only not so wet as to require the extreme measures of five years ago. We both decided that if we ever see Steve Miller Band again, it will have to be inside, because it would be nice to see an entire performance without having to worry about squishing our way to the car on the way home!
Be sure to check out the flickr photos. http://www.flickr.com/photos/jrcrazy/sets/72157624571044178/

1 comment:

  1. Barbara,
    Truly, this is a gift to yourself, your children, and those of us who hold you dear. I am one who believes it's important to document our good times, fun times, and most memorable times - sometimes even the sad times. Keep on keeping your journal.
    Love,
    Aunt Susie

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