inara

I used to love monsoon season. I loved the lightning, the thunder, listening to the rain, the way the sky looked right before the storm hits. Now I don't get to enjoy any of that. Now monsoon season means waking up to our pool being full of dirt and debris, and spending an entire day cleaning it just trying to get rid of all the crap and the nasty murkey green hue it turns after just one night of storming. It also means a leaky roof at the bar, and me having to worry when Paul decides he's going to climb up on the roof to sweep off all the water in total darkness. It means a giant drop in business because none of our walking traffic wants to go out and get soaked just to have a few drinks, and the ones that do, are not the type of people you want in there anyhow. It also means my hair gets all frizzy and curly from the humidity. I really fucking hate that. It took hours for me to get it this straight.