I'm the kind who brings an umbrella to a concert even though I know I'm not allowed to use it, just in case the rain gets so heavy I have to leave - even though I already have a raincoat, and don't have anywhere to put it so I avoid clapping my hands between tracks - saving those arduous claps for the end of the concert, where I manage a few on at least the last three songs with the umbrella wedged vertically under one arm.
But you know what? I think I might be another man next time. Fuck umbrellas. I'm bringing a set of spare pants instead.