acid rain punch

There’s something about rainy mornings that just excites me.Unlike most people, nothing gives me a boost out of bed like hearing the sound of sudden heavy rain in the morning. I guess that explains why am in the office on time for the first time this year. Not that am lazy or not time conscious, I just hold one of those positions where they can’t do without me but if I miss work for three days in a week I won’t be missed, NO AM NOT A MESSENGER!! Am a programmer, as long as the i.t department is up and running I can keep my couch and tequila company at home.

I work somewhere in upper hill, I live somewhere in lavington. I am one of the lucky ones, who got to do just what they love, play with computers for a living. Needless to say I am a bit of a nerd, if there exists a classification for nerds who have ingested as much tequila as I have and still lie in the high percentile IQ level of genius, (seriously, brain cells am proud of you. Don’t know if the same can be said for my liver though)

A girl, a beer and a rain drop…

That is basically how my weekend was spent; I was out with one of my favorite girls, Sheila. She is something else, borderline crazy. The closest to defining her would be phoebe of friends. Honestly, her fashion sense is almost illegal, she knows everything about everything but somehow every word that leaves her mouth makes her sound like a blonde, the kind that cannot spell their names. She is bisexual, more like lesbian when sober, straight when drunk.(Not the opposite like most confused girls these days) we have been best-frenemies since I was about 10.

So anyway, twas Friday and I was at my place, sober, on my computer updating some program about… let’s leave out the work stuff. Phone rings and its Sheila with a ‘present’ for me which turned out to be a six-pack of reds(my favorite non-cocktail drink) and a packet of cigarettes (which I figure was more for her than for me considering that I do not smoke.

We ended up outside on the balcony, sipping, smoking and mostly just venting. Sheila hates her job, her life, her man, and everything else that walks, crawls, flies and breathes for life. Apparently now Jay, her man (who happens to be divorced and a father of two  (yikes!!), well he is being a total ass for some reason I cannot remember, evidently I wasn’t listening,am not such a good friend after all.
But that was until she actually paused and said something I have never heard her say before. “crystal, I think I love him”I thought she was just joking around to get my attention but then as if on a roll to do shocking things, she started crying.

Even after all these years, I have never known what to do when someone starts crying in front of me so I just stupidly asked “are you crying?”

Sheila: “Of course, am not crying Crystal. It’s just a rain drop”

And just as I was to discredit her excuse, the rain came pouring down as if she had made some pact with the weather, so we did what we always do when it starts raining:get warm, call a cab, and go party somewhere where there’s a rooftop and cocktails.

I may have escaped Sheila’s 'raindrop moment'  that one time but I know we still have to talk about it eventually. Am dreading that but as a good friend, I know I must.