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So yesterday was Saturday, in case you didn't know.
I woke up at 5 to get ready to drive out to Statesmen rehearsal. My dad asks what time I think I would be getting home... *enter creepy music*
Dad: Do you know what time you might be getting home
Me: I have no idea
Dad: I love the co-operation you have
Me: Ive never been to a show with 12 corps before, I have NO IDEA when the show will even end, if we win, we will do a victory concert, and I don't know how long THAT will be, and i have no idea how long it even takes to GET there!
A brief fight ensues, I leave to load up the car. I come back for the last of my shit and my dad is like "Ok, here is a map of the area, and these are the roads you will take." I *FUCKING* have directions, god damn it. And do you honestly think I would walk out the door to drive to someplace I've NEVER been to, without even looking at a map before? Bastard, I've ALREADY looked at a map of the area, and I have one in my car!
So as I was leaving, my dad says to me that him and mom are not comming to the show because of the hurricane. The *ONLY* hurricane that hit the show was the damn Connecticut Hurricanes Drum Corps, you stupid bastard. The night before at dinner, I asked them if they were still comming, and my mom was like "Oh... I didn't know we were thinking of going..." They had been planning to go for *MONTHS*! What the fucking shit is that?!
Anyway, I'm walking out the door for the last time, and my dad is like, when the hurricane hits, if its raining too hard pull over. As if I didn't know to do that already? I'VE DRIVEN IN POURING RAIN BEFORE YOU BASTARD!! I know when the fuck to pull over. AND THE HURRICANE WASNT GOING TO HIT US!! If a hurricane were to hit while I was driving, my first though would be "SHIT!! I better get home! I aint stoppin for nothin!" not "Shit! I better pull over and wait FOR HOURS for a god damned huge storm to pass over, and blow my car around with its huge winds!"
Rehearsal was good, and we won the show, going on in the 3rd time slot. Yay us. I leave around 1am and got home around 3am. Needless to say I was seeing things on the highway that weren't really there, and I damn near fell asleep more than once. Not a fun drive home.
My garment bag was lost also, I'm too lazy to tell you why, because I just told Ryan and I don't feel like going into it again. But my sneakers and sunglasses were in there. I hope someone had the brains to put my bag on the bus when they moved the busses closer to the corps, and I hope Heather found it in Hilton when she got home. If not, I'm gonna be pretty pissed off that I lost my sunglasses. Oh, I drove home barefoot. I was tired of wearing my damn marching shoes.
Ummm I can't think of anything else now... uhhh ok. Bye
I woke up at 5 to get ready to drive out to Statesmen rehearsal. My dad asks what time I think I would be getting home... *enter creepy music*
Dad: Do you know what time you might be getting home
Me: I have no idea
Dad: I love the co-operation you have
Me: Ive never been to a show with 12 corps before, I have NO IDEA when the show will even end, if we win, we will do a victory concert, and I don't know how long THAT will be, and i have no idea how long it even takes to GET there!
A brief fight ensues, I leave to load up the car. I come back for the last of my shit and my dad is like "Ok, here is a map of the area, and these are the roads you will take." I *FUCKING* have directions, god damn it. And do you honestly think I would walk out the door to drive to someplace I've NEVER been to, without even looking at a map before? Bastard, I've ALREADY looked at a map of the area, and I have one in my car!
So as I was leaving, my dad says to me that him and mom are not comming to the show because of the hurricane. The *ONLY* hurricane that hit the show was the damn Connecticut Hurricanes Drum Corps, you stupid bastard. The night before at dinner, I asked them if they were still comming, and my mom was like "Oh... I didn't know we were thinking of going..." They had been planning to go for *MONTHS*! What the fucking shit is that?!
Anyway, I'm walking out the door for the last time, and my dad is like, when the hurricane hits, if its raining too hard pull over. As if I didn't know to do that already? I'VE DRIVEN IN POURING RAIN BEFORE YOU BASTARD!! I know when the fuck to pull over. AND THE HURRICANE WASNT GOING TO HIT US!! If a hurricane were to hit while I was driving, my first though would be "SHIT!! I better get home! I aint stoppin for nothin!" not "Shit! I better pull over and wait FOR HOURS for a god damned huge storm to pass over, and blow my car around with its huge winds!"
Rehearsal was good, and we won the show, going on in the 3rd time slot. Yay us. I leave around 1am and got home around 3am. Needless to say I was seeing things on the highway that weren't really there, and I damn near fell asleep more than once. Not a fun drive home.
My garment bag was lost also, I'm too lazy to tell you why, because I just told Ryan and I don't feel like going into it again. But my sneakers and sunglasses were in there. I hope someone had the brains to put my bag on the bus when they moved the busses closer to the corps, and I hope Heather found it in Hilton when she got home. If not, I'm gonna be pretty pissed off that I lost my sunglasses. Oh, I drove home barefoot. I was tired of wearing my damn marching shoes.
Ummm I can't think of anything else now... uhhh ok. Bye