A long time ago, I wrote this story about how unlucky I am.
I know, nobody else wins the lottery either, but it's more the every day kind of things I have such bad luck with.
Take this weekend for example. Our band, The Receders, had our first outdoor gig of the summer planned for Saturday night. From a performer's perspective there's nothing better than a big outdoor party, and this gig was going to be no different with tons of people, a huge stage overlooking a gorgeous lake, a big bon fire on the beach and plenty of food and libations for all.
For months we were totally psyched for this awesome night. The date was set, the stage was built and the neighbors were bribed. Nothing could go wrong now. Er... well almost nothing. Ok, the only thing that could possibly screw this up was if it rained. But seeing as how the last 6 weeks has been nothing but 90 degrees and sunny, there was virtually no chance we were going to get any rain that night. My god, it's been dryer than the Sahara around here all summer, there was no way it was going to rain now.
Unless... unless the unluckiest person on the planet was involved somehow.
Let's put it this way... when I looked at the weather map for Saturday night this is what it showed.
Seriously, EVERY other day in July and August all you ever saw was the big happy smiley sunshine face icon - but the ONLY day we got a forecast for rain was Saturday.
Actually, I suppose I should consider myself lucky, because technically it didn't rain, but more "misted" on us all night - which was a royal pain in the ass and kept the crowd fairly small.
But the good news is we still had fun. And the people who did come had fun. And the people on the boats who floated around out in the lake to watch us had fun. So there was plenty of fun and the band sounded great and the dancers danced and the drinkers drank and it was all good.
Oh, and on Sunday it was sunny and hot again.