I love it when it's this time of year. It's cooler, it's the time of the afternoon monsoons, and the water comes down in sheets so thick you can literally open your mouth up towards the sky and gag on what Manila acid rain tastes like (suggestion: do NOT try this). Maybe there's a bit less traffic in the evening because everybody's scrambling to get home and stay dry. Staying up late every night gets old too. On the other hand, there are still those times on a given weeknight when a friend calls up and says, 'will you be at the Oar tonight?' And depending on who they are, it can be a very pleasant evening in conversation of just catching up on things other than talking about work, photography, and politics.
There aren't so many people at the Oar on weeknights in the months of july through august, and that may not be such a bad thing. It's too easy a place to fill up with only so many people, and when it's crowded, it becomes a different scene.
I'd been away the past few weeks, that's why it feels good to see the place when there's a real reason to be there, or to meet up with someone. Ronnie Lazaro closed out his successful exhibit the other week, and then last week I only went there once. That it's actually nice to welcome the rain and staying away from the familiar.