A rainy night
Laura and I lived in the smallest dorm on the BU campus when we met and became friends. By our Sophomore year, we were already the closest we could be.
It was an evening in October, and we had gotten through one of the worst weeks ever. I was in the middle of directing a horrendous show, which Laura was assisting with (by assisting with, I mean getting me drunk as much as possible so I could sleep at night). My sister was admitted to the hospital that week with an infection. Laura was in the middle of a full-on fight with her mother and sister about something or other, and the back-and-forth phonecalls often ended in screaming matches and crying.
We had gotten back to the dorm from visiting my sister and We. Had. Had. Enough. Plus, it was pouring rain out and we were soaked through.
So, we said "fuck it".
Our dorm had a really nice porch, good for smoking on. We stayed on the porch, chaining cigarettes and just feeling like the worst people in the world. We weren't really talking, just enjoying the unseasonably warm evening and the pouring rain. Finally, after stubbing out another smoke, I walked down the front steps and ran, jumping, into the huge puddle on the sidewalk. I then continued to splash up and down Beacon Street, alternately laughing and just trying to expel any negative energy I had left. Laura realized this and joined me.
And then, the mood changed. The MIT frat next door has a tradition that during the first big rain of the season (and the first big snow of the season, we learned later), the entire frat decides to run across the street naked. 40 naked nerds, passing back and forth, 20 feet from us. We cheered them on. They kept going back and forth, thankful for the female appreciation.
A few minutes later, two young gentleman walked by us and asked what the hell we were doing. "We're playing in the rain!" we laughed back. They decided to join us as well. One of them asked if we wanted to smoke a joint. How are we to say no?
So, on the front porch of our dorm, in full view of the security guard, we smoked a J with two complete (yet adorable) strangers, and then continued playing in the rain. Playing in the rain soon turned into making out in the rain, and after a little while more of that, we sent the gentlemen on their way. We splashed some more in the puddles, said goodnight to the naked frat boys, and soggily sauntered back into the dorm, and the security guard who had seen the whole thing.
"Hey Al!" we cherrily shouted, holding our ID cards in hand. "How's your night so far?"
"Not nearly as good as yours, girls. What in the hell was that out there?"
"Just playing in the rain, Al. You should try it. It's fun." We pushed the button for the elevator.
"You know, next time I just might. You have a good night, girls, I'll see you tomorrow."
"Gnight! Oh, we're not busted for tonight, are we?" Al smiled and shook his head no. The doors of the elevator closed and I'm sure Al could hear us cheering and cackling all the way up to the 7th floor.
It was an evening in October, and we had gotten through one of the worst weeks ever. I was in the middle of directing a horrendous show, which Laura was assisting with (by assisting with, I mean getting me drunk as much as possible so I could sleep at night). My sister was admitted to the hospital that week with an infection. Laura was in the middle of a full-on fight with her mother and sister about something or other, and the back-and-forth phonecalls often ended in screaming matches and crying.
We had gotten back to the dorm from visiting my sister and We. Had. Had. Enough. Plus, it was pouring rain out and we were soaked through.
So, we said "fuck it".
Our dorm had a really nice porch, good for smoking on. We stayed on the porch, chaining cigarettes and just feeling like the worst people in the world. We weren't really talking, just enjoying the unseasonably warm evening and the pouring rain. Finally, after stubbing out another smoke, I walked down the front steps and ran, jumping, into the huge puddle on the sidewalk. I then continued to splash up and down Beacon Street, alternately laughing and just trying to expel any negative energy I had left. Laura realized this and joined me.
And then, the mood changed. The MIT frat next door has a tradition that during the first big rain of the season (and the first big snow of the season, we learned later), the entire frat decides to run across the street naked. 40 naked nerds, passing back and forth, 20 feet from us. We cheered them on. They kept going back and forth, thankful for the female appreciation.
A few minutes later, two young gentleman walked by us and asked what the hell we were doing. "We're playing in the rain!" we laughed back. They decided to join us as well. One of them asked if we wanted to smoke a joint. How are we to say no?
So, on the front porch of our dorm, in full view of the security guard, we smoked a J with two complete (yet adorable) strangers, and then continued playing in the rain. Playing in the rain soon turned into making out in the rain, and after a little while more of that, we sent the gentlemen on their way. We splashed some more in the puddles, said goodnight to the naked frat boys, and soggily sauntered back into the dorm, and the security guard who had seen the whole thing.
"Hey Al!" we cherrily shouted, holding our ID cards in hand. "How's your night so far?"
"Not nearly as good as yours, girls. What in the hell was that out there?"
"Just playing in the rain, Al. You should try it. It's fun." We pushed the button for the elevator.
"You know, next time I just might. You have a good night, girls, I'll see you tomorrow."
"Gnight! Oh, we're not busted for tonight, are we?" Al smiled and shook his head no. The doors of the elevator closed and I'm sure Al could hear us cheering and cackling all the way up to the 7th floor.