One thing about the biblical rain that fell on Sunday morning and thus altered out plans: I got to see the end of the World Cup Final, of which many people are saying is The Best WCF, if not World Cup Match, Ever In History.

And the not-so-great customer service played a huge role.  You see, it was pouring cats and dogs when we were supposed to get up to go to the beach.  I think all of us thought that the shoot was canceled.  My brother-in-law tried to get ahold of the photographer, but she did not answer.  We were thinking that as impossible the conditions were, we were still going ahead with the shoot.  So we stuck to our original plan of driving to a hotel close to the beach, where the rest of our party (brother, sister-in-law, niece) would be waiting, and we would go to the designated spot at the beach.

As we pulled up to the hotel -- in the soaking rain, mind you -- the photog finally called.  Still don't know how or why she waited until then, but she knew it was ridiculous to stay with the original plan.  (Her only hangup: The leis my sister got for graduation and wanted to use for the shoot are already wilting.)  We have rescheduled -- for this morning, which means I need to wrap this blog post up soon -- but we were already at the hotel, and we had nothing to do even though we were together.  We found ourselves close to a restaurant, we decided to have brunch, and thank goodness this place had TVs, all of which were tuned to the last, oh, ten Minutes or so of the Second Period Of Extra Time.  I saw Messi's go-ahead Goal, the Argentina Penalty and Mbappe's ensuing Penalty Kick conversion, and the PKs that decided the championship.  And that wouldn't have happened if we didn't get rained out and this photographer didn't take her sweet time getting back to us.  Hey, I got lucky in one way, right?