When It Rains. . .

Oh my God, I think I'm getting a message from someone not to come to New York anymore. We get here, get to the hotel, go to lunch, and then as we leave the Carnegie Deli, there's a slight drizzle. About a block and a half later the drizzle has become full fledged rain and after another block it's a monsoon with thunder and lightening. I had my camera around my neck and while it was in its bag, the bag got pretty wet, and if my camera is ruined I'm not going to be happy. We were on our way back to the hotel to drop off the half of the sandwich that I didn't eat and am saving for a late night snack tonight, so we tried to stay under canopies and made it to Colony Records and ran inside; I figured I could get my fix taken care of then. However, while I got some good CD'S (Promises, Promises; I Can Get it for you Wholesale, and On Your Toes with Elaine Stritch), I was rather disappointed as it looked like they've really downsized their collection and they didn't have anything really obscure, not even stuff I had seen on previous trips, and now they're somewhere between Borders and Barnes & Noble. Still, I like what I got, and the ran had died down by then, so we ran across the street to the hotel and have been here ever since. It's still pouring outside and without an umbrella I don't feel ike dealing with it. I've been watching USA's Burn Notice marathon while my companion has been sleeing (we did have to get up horribly early this morning). It's about 5:30 now, we will hopefully head back out around 6 for diner and if there's time we can get a little bit of shopping in before heading to the theatre, otherwise there's always tomorrow, and hopefully the sun will indeed come up then.