Umbrella? Ha.

I have been mentally and physically preparing for the inevitable, horrible, unavoidable truth that winter here is a mess. I like preparing for things like this. Chris and I bought nice, warm jackets. I have a heated mattress pad. I even look cute in mittens and a hat.

Today, however, I felt as though I had been a bit misled about the weather here in Boston. It seems as though the snow/mush/cold of winter is only a follow-up to the gloominess that is a fall day in New England. I could tell you that it “rained” today, but that would be HORRIBLY MISLEADING.

If you have ever been to a water park and stood at the bottom of “Splash Mountain” (or whatever they might call it at the amusement park of your choice), you might be able to comprehend what I am about to describe. At the bottom of the previously mentioned water “feature”, an umbrella would be futile. You’d get really wet.

Today, the city of Boston was at the bottom of Splash Mountain. For hours. And I, with my umbrella, got soaked. I mean, really, really soaked. This “mist” of sorts would have been welcome on Saturday as I sat in the direct sun at the Boston College/ NC State game in 95-100 degree temperatures. No luck. Today it was about 68 degrees outside. Did I mention that I had on flip-flops?