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Was she worth it?

So when I moved to NY, I brought with me an excellent umbrella - courtesy of my former employer for Christmas. When you live in the land of cars, umbrellas are nice and useful. When you live in the land of walking, good umbrellas are a necessity! I walked with my great umbrella for about a year before going to a bridal shower at a friend's apartment. We all left our umbrellas right outside her door (in the building's hallway) and when I came out my umbrella was gone! I walked around for about a month with a cheap umbrella before realizing that I was going to have to invest a bit of cash in a quality umbrella. I made my way up to Macy's - got lost in the store - before finally making it to the purse & perfume area (just my cup of tea). Picked my umbrella and we have been happily exploring this city since that day.

Last night I helped out at the Feist concert. It was supposed to rain. My trusty umbrella and I hiked up to the park and got our ticket. And that's when they told me... "you have to leave your umbrella outside". I almost turned around and walked home. I knew in my gut what would happen if I put my nice umbrella, in it's case, in a pile that a thousand other people were going to toss their umbrellas into as well.....

It rained - it poured, for about 20 minutes - as I sought shelter under a tent flap. It was dark when the concert was in it's encore. I walked outside the gate to look for my umbrella before the crush of folks came looking for theirs. I could see nothing and went back in to finish the job I was there for.

Was Feist good? Sure. Was she worth my trusty umbrella? NO! Luckily some people gave up looking for their semi-quality umbrellas. So as I was leaving and the garbage truck was pulling up to haul them all away... I snagged 3 of them. I figured that would hold me over for at least 3 rainstorms.

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