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Mapping the world, one waxy strand at a time…

Mother Nature – 1, Brent – 0

Brent’s a pretty easy-going guy.

For most of our relationship, he’s been perfectly content to let me plan the bulk of our day-to-day. He’s certainly had his moments, of course. He planned our trip to Italy last summer, and often suggests movies he wants to see or friends he wants to link up with.

Still, he was pretty psyched when he found out that one of his favorite bands was coming to town for a free July 4th concert, and took pains to tell me that he was planning an evening out of it – the perfect way to kick off our summer adventure.

So when the weatherman said rain for this evening, Brent was undeterred. He had made plans to see Stephen Kellogg and the Sixers, dammit, and come hell or high water, we were going to see them.

We left the house around 6 PM and got about halfway to the Eagleville Park Amphitheater in Lower Providence Township before the skies opened. Still we kept driving. “We’re more than halfway there,” he reasoned. “So we might as well keep going.”

As we walked the quarter mile from the parking lot to the concert grounds, it seemed like the night might still go our way. It wasn’t raining too hard, and from the sound of it, the opening act was pretty good.

The music was getting louder, so we knew we were headed in the right direction, but we couldn’t seem to find the stage, or the throngs of people expected to be in attendance.

And then we saw it. The stage, a small platform facing the community library, was covered in tarps, and the speakers, seemingly blaring the sounds of the opening band, were instead piping in canned music from a CD player off to the side.

And the throngs of people? Packed under a pavilion, wrapped in tarps and ponchos, eating pizza and drinking lemonade and waiting for township officials to call it a night. “How many more minutes do we have to sit here?” asked one kid. A little boy cried when his apple juice fell off the table. A toddler silenced the crowd as she shrieked at the horror of remaining under the soggy picnic area for another second.

We found refuge on the ground next to the coke machine and Brent, stubborn as ever, set about to convince me that this was a good idea.

“Who are you voting for this November?” he asked.

I humored him with the obvious answer.

“Exactly,” he said. “and what does he stand for? Hope. Hope that the rain will stop. Hope that the sun will come out. Hope that they will open the stage and start the show and shoot off the fireworks. Hope.

“Would Obama throw in the towel and call it a night because of a few drops of rain? I don’t think so.”

Cue the music.

We lasted another ten minutes.

When we got home, Brent, intent on finding something else to plan, searched for a website on Salem, Massachusetts and set about making an itinerary for a Witchy Wednesday next week.

And with the concert a failure, we did the next most patriotic thing we could think of. We watched the Olympic swimming trials and an episode of season two of American Dreams.

You’re coming up like a flower…


One response to “Mother Nature – 1, Brent – 0

  1. N.D. July 6, 2008 at 6:51 pm

    It sounds like a good idea!! sorry it didn’t work out! Keep planning Brent!

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