"Like thieves in the night."
Last night I went to Tim, Ben, and Frankie's bonfire, hosted at Billy's house to celebrate all of their birthdays, which fall a week-to-two weeks within each other.
That fire was hot as hell. Yeah, I know. Duh. But it was searing and I wasn't even standing that close to it, and it's not like there exists a "Dim Light" feature where you can just turn it down.
Only a few people showed up for the fire and then it eventually start to rain. So everyone made plans to go eat and go bowling, or just go home. So Eric and I went to go check out the WGA winter guard championship they were having hosted by Wellington HS. I got the tip to go by Becky because she was performing with her independent group Medea at 8:30 and by the time Eric and I left the fire it was about 8:13pm.
Isiah was already at the event doing volunteer work (volunteer work looks great on transcripts) so we called him to tell him we were on our way. Just as we were in the parking lot for the high school, he called my phone to tell us that Medea was about to perform. Hurriedly parking the car, we ran through the parking lot and courtyard (I've only been to Wellington a few times, mostly because of football games through band, so it's not as if I really know my way around the school, let alone to find the gym).
Eighteen dollars (all in Confederate coins and dollars, I can imagine!) to get in. Now that's some bullshit. Sure, I know it costs a lot to maintain that sort of program as winter guard can be expensive, but god damn! It was only about twelve bucks to purchase a ticket to watch the band performances at the state competition.
So we did what any teenagers would do. We tried to sneak in, like a bunch of rats. And of course got sent out. We had to watch the last thirty seconds of Medea's performance which from what I could tell was pretty good. Then the greatest thing happened. Being fully aware that we hadn't paid for wrist bands for admission, the lady in charge at the door winked at us and let us in. So we got in for free and got to watch the last few performances.
Flanagan's guard. Holy hell. Blew my socks clean off. And then there was independent Bradock. Watching them, I realized that there was not a single ugly person in their group and at minimum twenty girls. The odds of a group full of vol-ump-tious booty like that is astounding. And I think Becky mentioned the oldest you can be on an independent squad is about 22. I've been doing band, the obviously wrong choice, for way too long. God's obvious chosen people are those in winter guard.
Eric and I met up with Isiah later to watch the award ceremony where they featured a full retreat in the gym, so we could see all the fine women we missed earlier. I hate sounding like the typical guy who drops his jaw at every good looking woman he sees, but DAMN! Utterly and extraordinarly amazing.
The award presenter rambled on for about thirty minutes on just about everything before presenting the awards. Eric and I were trapped inside the gym and couldn't leave because people were blocking the path down the bleachers, so we had to stay for that entire mess. I'm glad I can finally say I went to a guard competition and I sure did cut it close being as this was the last regional event before finals in two weeks in Ohio.
Once awards were over, people tried to break out of the gym as if they were being locked inside and poisoned with gas. Eric and I shoved our ways to the front of the bleachers and took a path that led directly underneath the bleachers and forced our way to the front, beating the entire rush.
And like thieving rat bastards that hadn't paid their admission, we ran through the wet parking lot and split.
Again, I reiterate. EIGHTEEN DOLLARS? What is, "Oh hell's no"?
That fire was hot as hell. Yeah, I know. Duh. But it was searing and I wasn't even standing that close to it, and it's not like there exists a "Dim Light" feature where you can just turn it down.
Only a few people showed up for the fire and then it eventually start to rain. So everyone made plans to go eat and go bowling, or just go home. So Eric and I went to go check out the WGA winter guard championship they were having hosted by Wellington HS. I got the tip to go by Becky because she was performing with her independent group Medea at 8:30 and by the time Eric and I left the fire it was about 8:13pm.
Isiah was already at the event doing volunteer work (volunteer work looks great on transcripts) so we called him to tell him we were on our way. Just as we were in the parking lot for the high school, he called my phone to tell us that Medea was about to perform. Hurriedly parking the car, we ran through the parking lot and courtyard (I've only been to Wellington a few times, mostly because of football games through band, so it's not as if I really know my way around the school, let alone to find the gym).
Eighteen dollars (all in Confederate coins and dollars, I can imagine!) to get in. Now that's some bullshit. Sure, I know it costs a lot to maintain that sort of program as winter guard can be expensive, but god damn! It was only about twelve bucks to purchase a ticket to watch the band performances at the state competition.
So we did what any teenagers would do. We tried to sneak in, like a bunch of rats. And of course got sent out. We had to watch the last thirty seconds of Medea's performance which from what I could tell was pretty good. Then the greatest thing happened. Being fully aware that we hadn't paid for wrist bands for admission, the lady in charge at the door winked at us and let us in. So we got in for free and got to watch the last few performances.
Flanagan's guard. Holy hell. Blew my socks clean off. And then there was independent Bradock. Watching them, I realized that there was not a single ugly person in their group and at minimum twenty girls. The odds of a group full of vol-ump-tious booty like that is astounding. And I think Becky mentioned the oldest you can be on an independent squad is about 22. I've been doing band, the obviously wrong choice, for way too long. God's obvious chosen people are those in winter guard.
Eric and I met up with Isiah later to watch the award ceremony where they featured a full retreat in the gym, so we could see all the fine women we missed earlier. I hate sounding like the typical guy who drops his jaw at every good looking woman he sees, but DAMN! Utterly and extraordinarly amazing.
The award presenter rambled on for about thirty minutes on just about everything before presenting the awards. Eric and I were trapped inside the gym and couldn't leave because people were blocking the path down the bleachers, so we had to stay for that entire mess. I'm glad I can finally say I went to a guard competition and I sure did cut it close being as this was the last regional event before finals in two weeks in Ohio.
Once awards were over, people tried to break out of the gym as if they were being locked inside and poisoned with gas. Eric and I shoved our ways to the front of the bleachers and took a path that led directly underneath the bleachers and forced our way to the front, beating the entire rush.
And like thieving rat bastards that hadn't paid their admission, we ran through the wet parking lot and split.
Again, I reiterate. EIGHTEEN DOLLARS? What is, "Oh hell's no"?