A night in the rain.

Yesterday was a special day. My parents gave me thumbs up to move from the residence halls to an apartment with some French friends.
We were having a party, because one of our friends, an Italian guy, isn't coming back after Christmas, he was here only for a semester.
So, some friends helped me carry a lot of my stuff in their car, but I still had some things to bring. My friend Rita and I left the party, and came back to campus, to take the rest of the things with a taxi. We were waiting for the taxi for one hour, because it is a service that the University provides called "Safe Ride", but sometimes it doesn't work very good.
When we arrived at my new home, we took all the things from the taxi, and rang the bell (I still don't have my keys.) No one answered. Everyone had left the party, and gone out to a bar.
It was raining. It was 1 a.m. The street was dark. We were standing in the doorway, with all my things around, including a fan. I don't know if it will work after yesterday.
Finally, we called a taxi, but it took another 30 minutes for it to come back.
Here is what happens when you wear mascara for your eyelashes, and then stand 30 minutes in the puring rain.