Just imagine me fighting my way against the pouring rain and gusting wind with a small foldable umbrella (obviously not folded at that time :>) on the beach at 9:30pm last night searching for the beach club. Believe me – It was “slightly” less glamorous than the film “Singing in the Rain” suggests.
The party was scheduled to start at 8:30pm. There was no rain during the day (just overcast). About 1/3 on my way to the beach walking from the hotel, it started to pour. I was stuck between “the rain and a wet place” (vs. a rock and a hard place). After waiting for 15 minutes, I decided to RUN back to the hotel and pick up my umbrella before venturing out again.
After a few failed attempts to locate the venue, I finally arrived at the party soaking wet. I quietly went to a corner and took out a BIG hotel white towel to dry my hair and my jacket. My friends were glad that I made it and they said “No one was coming on foot. It must be quite difficult.” Yes, but it was worthy. Even if I risked being swept away by the roaring waves, I made it there.
Yes, the party was good. My book was saved from the rain because I left it at the hotel which proved to be the right decision.