misspeaking

It has rained for eight days straight here. The reason they don't use charming cobblestones and bricks anymore is clearly because they lack any sort of drainage system whatsoever, necessitating a galoshes-only edict for the past week. Out for margaritas and guac yesterday with four people I had never met before and A, who wore a straw on her shoulder and was drunker than I've ever seen her. Suddenly, through the hot-purple and teal windowpanes, the sun peeked out.

Me, drunk: "Look, it's smiling out!"

I meant sunny. But I sort of meant smiling, too.

Even if no one else remembered it, yesterday was a special "smiling" day for me.