M-Go Blue
A weekend recap-
Saturday-quel jour, quel jour! We left at 7:30 to make down to A.A. in time.
Yeah, right! We were there by 9. Dave refused to even stop at campus like I wanted as he wanted to get the perfect parking spot. Which, I admit, we did-only ten dollars and only a brisk half hour walk away. ("Perfect parking spot" is colored by the fact that it is Ann Arbor on a football Saturday.)We wandered over to the big house and discovered a new tradition forming-the welcoming of the football players to the house. This happens two hours before game time. The spectators line the route leading up to the tunnel, the band plays, the cheerleaders cheer. As the bus pulls up, the band breaks into the fanfare, and motorcycles cops appear as if out of nowhere and lead the players, dressed in business wear to the the tunnel. Several thousand voices break into the "Victors" and the players process down toward the tunnel, appearing to have about as much enthusiasm for the experience as a stroll to the dentist. (except for the third string quaterback who pumped his arms in the air and thought the whole thing was kind of cool.)
After that we continue to wander around the sports complexes and discovered the Reveille house where the band get ready for the game. A crowd had gathered there too. We joined it, figuring that something was coming up. WE were right. After a while, the drum line came out, the head drum line, and put on a great show, their complete show. Utterly fantastic.
Then it was time to go back to watch the game. It was fun. After half time, I suggested that I had seen everything I had come for and we could go home. That was nixed. I was tired of sitting so wandered around and looked at people
After the game, we stayed for post game band show. (See a theme here-I had come for the band and went away satisfied.) After the game show, we went to the woman's volleyball game at the Crisler. Because of bad construction, we took the long way home, down Telegraph. Yup, really long way but we didn't want to attempt 23 with one lane of traffic and 10000 cars.)
Sunday, we sang. I hate to be lead soprano. Firstly, I can't always hit the high notes strongly if I don't have someone to pull me up. Secondly, I don't like the responsibility of leading the entire choir into the loft. Thirdly, if you are lead soprano, you have to stand in the dead spot. There is something about the accoustics of the choir loft that in that corner, you can't hear ANYBODY and it feels and sounds like you are singing all by yourself. It is a very lonely feeling. Hopefully Lisa will be healthy by next week and she can bear all the responsiblities.
Now, it's back to work. I'll get at the book order. NOW. Or at least soon.
Saturday-quel jour, quel jour! We left at 7:30 to make down to A.A. in time.
Yeah, right! We were there by 9. Dave refused to even stop at campus like I wanted as he wanted to get the perfect parking spot. Which, I admit, we did-only ten dollars and only a brisk half hour walk away. ("Perfect parking spot" is colored by the fact that it is Ann Arbor on a football Saturday.)We wandered over to the big house and discovered a new tradition forming-the welcoming of the football players to the house. This happens two hours before game time. The spectators line the route leading up to the tunnel, the band plays, the cheerleaders cheer. As the bus pulls up, the band breaks into the fanfare, and motorcycles cops appear as if out of nowhere and lead the players, dressed in business wear to the the tunnel. Several thousand voices break into the "Victors" and the players process down toward the tunnel, appearing to have about as much enthusiasm for the experience as a stroll to the dentist. (except for the third string quaterback who pumped his arms in the air and thought the whole thing was kind of cool.)
After that we continue to wander around the sports complexes and discovered the Reveille house where the band get ready for the game. A crowd had gathered there too. We joined it, figuring that something was coming up. WE were right. After a while, the drum line came out, the head drum line, and put on a great show, their complete show. Utterly fantastic.
Then it was time to go back to watch the game. It was fun. After half time, I suggested that I had seen everything I had come for and we could go home. That was nixed. I was tired of sitting so wandered around and looked at people
After the game, we stayed for post game band show. (See a theme here-I had come for the band and went away satisfied.) After the game show, we went to the woman's volleyball game at the Crisler. Because of bad construction, we took the long way home, down Telegraph. Yup, really long way but we didn't want to attempt 23 with one lane of traffic and 10000 cars.)
Sunday, we sang. I hate to be lead soprano. Firstly, I can't always hit the high notes strongly if I don't have someone to pull me up. Secondly, I don't like the responsibility of leading the entire choir into the loft. Thirdly, if you are lead soprano, you have to stand in the dead spot. There is something about the accoustics of the choir loft that in that corner, you can't hear ANYBODY and it feels and sounds like you are singing all by yourself. It is a very lonely feeling. Hopefully Lisa will be healthy by next week and she can bear all the responsiblities.
Now, it's back to work. I'll get at the book order. NOW. Or at least soon.