The ride home last night was wet, wet, chilly, wet, a bit breezy. Never seen "flooding" on the Manhattan bridge before, but there it was. Everything soaked thru 'til this morning, but I was whooping shouting and giggling my ass off the whole way back.

Coming back in today was just damn windy, esp. on the Brooklyn bridge. Spare clothes waiting for me at work. I gotta go out and get those waterproof booties, though...