Water.

Since I've been in California there have been all of these water related anomalies occurring around me. I think it's because I really want it to rain.

The weather here is perfect. Well, perfect by most standards. I like rain. I'll correct myself, I LOVE rain. I believe that for my vacations to be perfect there has to be at least one day of torrential downpour or I'm not happy. Here, in Southern California, not a drop from the sky. I realize that's probably the norm here. I'm sure it has something to do with the whole desert thing, and the whole Pacific Ocean thing - but it's pissing me off. In Chicago we have this ritual where we stick a knife in the ground to stop it from raining, I wonder if there is a similar ritual I could do to make it rain. The sky water is illusive. Someone make it rain!

Speaking of which, I've made it rain in someone's hotel room. Let me explain. I had an iPod related catastrophe. Minor on the catastrophe scale, unless you like having your entire music collection with you at all times. Because of the iPod catastrophe, I walked a little over a mile to a Best Buy here in Mission Valley to procure a new one. I couldn't put ALL of my music on it, but at least whatever I had hanging around on the laptop. When I walked back I had to kinda rush - due to a potty emergency. I felt a little schwetty so I thought I'd jump in the tub.

I filled up the tub and listened to my iPod. I sang to myself in the tub while soaking with bubbles and listened to a little Robin Thicke. I was all relaxed when apparently the phone rang and woke up my travel partner who busted into the bathroom with the announcement that it was raining in the hotel room below us. I looked around and the floor of the bathroom was completely dry. I hopped out and got dressed and checked everywhere in the room and not a drop of water on the floor anywhere. The maintenance guy entered the bathroom, and again, nothing out of the ordinary. Apparently, no one knows where the water came from. Somehow I just made it rain.

Then, there was the next day. We went to the San Diego Wild Animal Park. Fun was had. On the way back to the hotel there was an unbelievable amount of traffic. When we were about a half mile off from the hotel I saw what looked to be a geyser or a fountain of some kind. I really thought that the Buckingham fountain was stalking us. I figured I'd missed something and that it was in fact - a fountain and not a geyser. Oh boy was I wrong. Apparently there had been a car accident. The accident had also involved an innocent bystander - a fire hydrant. The hydrant geyser conundrum went on for 9 consecutive hours. Again, rain - but not from the sky and not in any way I was able to enjoy it properly.

Today, we were awakened by a knock on the hotel door.
"You called about some faulty plumbing?" asked the disembodied voice beyond the door.

"No not that I'm aware" I replied.

"I need to check anyway if that's alright" again the voice spoke.

We let him in. There was of course no issues with the plumbing. I hope there isn't some sort of water main problem tomorrow.

I'd really like it to rain. Just once, for maybe 5 or 10 seconds even. Just to get this bad water juju out of the way. I don't know what's going on but my incessant need for rain coupled with the stubbornness of the sky in this region are not being nice to the plumbing. Water wants to listen to me and fall from great heights, but the clouds have another plan entirely. I wish we could all figure this out and come to a compromise. 5 seconds of drizzle? Is that too much to ask?