Living here in LA, the forecast is usually sunny and 70-75 degrees. So when you plan a party, you don’t really factor weather in because it’s a non-issue a vast majority of the time. Even if there was some rain on the horizon, it’s usually just sprinkling and/or some grey skies. Notice I didn’t say it’s never an issue. Enter the party I helped decorate this past weekend. Yikes.
The weather called for a huge rainstorm which usually just means the rain mentioned above. Nothing crazy. Sometimes none at all. Thanks, Dallas Raines (the actual name of an LA weatherman). So when my friend sent me a text, slightly panicked, two weeks before the party and said it was going to rain, I was like…wait a few days. I’m sure the closer we get to the party, the less and less likely the rain’s going to be. I was wrong (Dallas Raines is probably high-fiving a million angels right now). Guys. It rained harder than I’ve ever seen and heard it rain. It seriously felt like we had a tin roof.
I’m going to do something I never do. I actually cringe a bit when people do this because I always wonder why they feel the need. When people rave about their spouses, I think (because I am dead inside) that people are making up for something. Like a “he doth protest too much,” but in the reverse. When people go on and on about how great their husbands are, my eyes roll into the stratosphere and I make retching noise. Well hold on to your eyes and your gag reflexes, because I’m about to explode.
You guys. Ryan is the best. I don’t give him nearly enough credit for the help he gives me and other people. Whatever I dream up, he brings to fruition. Whenever I make something, can’t figure out what went wrong and break down crying, he’s there to figure out that if you just shove cotton balls in there, it’ll look fine (true story). And he doesn’t make fun of the fact that I’m crying over broken styrofoam balls (or whatever). And this time, he really went above and beyond. He offered to build (BUILD!) a canopy. In the rain. For something I was really not a big part of (I just made a few decorations). After my friends decided to rent a canopy because it would pretty much cost the same to build and it would look far less hoopty, Ryan called the rental places, found the best deal and was there to help them set it up. While he was waiting for the rental company to arrive, HE CLEANED MY FRIEND’S GUTTERS FOR HER!!!!! Without being asked. He figured out a way to make the canopy drain directly into the gutters and not drip down the perimeter so that people wouldn’t have to worry about being dripped on when they went from the house to the patio. Guys. I think he’s earned his 15 minutes of fame via this blog that probably has 10 (OR A MILLION!!) followers. People fawn all over him and tell him how great he is and his response to me was this: “I think it’s living in LA. It’s sad that being slightly helpful is so out of the norm that I stand out.” Ugh. He doesn’t even realize his awesomeness. Which makes me want to slap him around sometimes. But regardless, I think it’s official. If Ryan hadn’t danced into my life (literally), I would be Gollum. Only not as skinny because The Universe really sticks it to me in that department.
And Ryan, I’m sorry I offered you up to iron women’s slacks. But you are really good at ironing slacks! I’m glad my offer was turned down. I think he’s created a monster out of me. So, if anyone would like Ryan’s help, let me know. Ha ha. Don’t. Because I’d ask and he’d say yes.
Oh, and he’s started his own business, so if you’re in the greater LA area and need some tiling work done, he’s your man! Just think – you’d be keeping me in glitter and glue!