Songs and shopping
Why am I still awake?
Well, now's as good a time as any to talk about Friday and, well, it's yesterday now. It's Homecoming at my college, and Friday night was the second-annual Homecoming Kickoff Concert. As I was a part of two of the three performing groups, and the third one kicks major ass, I went. Unfortunately, I was kind of distracted during the concert. I had to sit in the balcony--I'm sad to discover it now takes longer than 30 minutes for me to get to Naperville--and there were these two kids up there who played the whole time. The girl was maybe five, the boy about eight--definitely old enough to be taught to sit quietly during a concert. Or, had they been in the back of the balcony, maybe things would have been different. But no, they were right up at the edge of the balcony, playing with a bracelet and a car. There was a point where I seriously worried that the car was going to go over the edge and whack someone in the head. Also, the sound it made while rolling on the wooden railing got really loud when the songs hit their quiet parts. Hello, three adults related to these children--this is not cool. I did not come here to listen to a kid play with his Hot Wheels, or to hear the sound of a Velcro-closure bracelet being opened constantly. And then there was the old lady who nearly fell on me. The seats in the balcony are wooden, but there weren't any directly in front of me, which gave easy access to some of the seats in the middle of the row. An older woman tried to step into the open area in front of me but missed this sort of half-step and took a tumble during the first song. Luckily she was fine. However, this is part of the reason we wait to sit down until after a song is finished, or after the group has performed its entire concert--you're distracted because you're listening to the music and you're not paying attention to what you're doing. Plus, you sort of ruin the ambiance for everyone around you. Thanks so much!
After the concert I grabbed some food at the reception and then went back upstairs to see Pete and Larry. I ended up being able to talk to them at the same time. I told them about my song, which seemed to impress them, although I think Pete was a little disappointed to hear it was for band, not choir. Pete was also disappointed to hear that I don't have much time for my flute these days, either. I am, too, to be honest with you, but that can always change in the future. We'll see.
It was mentioned during the performance that next year's concert will be held at the new fine arts center. When I was a student, this was but a pipe dream. However, I took a walk over to it after the show and, holy crap, it's huge! The only building left on that block is the old art center; everything else was torn down to make room. It should be really nice once it's done, and I look forward to seeing it next year.
Today we finally went grocery shopping. We hadn't gone since before my parents went to Vegas, and while we weren't exactly starving, we were low or out of drinks, fruit, and bread, to name a few things. (I was excited to have fresh fruit and veggies at the reception, for example.) We went to Sam's first and stocked up on some stuff. They had a staffing issue, so that there were literally only three checkers for probably fifty people waiting in line. This is the one time it's good for my dad to be a smoker, as you can only buy cigarettes at one counter at Sam's, and you can buy all the rest of your stuff there too, so you can bypass all the lines. Then, after dropping off that stuff, we went down to Woodman's and stocked up on just about everything. Seriously. It was like we'd never gone grocery shopping before. We spent over $200 between the two stores. The good news is that we probably won't have to go shopping for another two weeks. ;P
Oh, and your funny for the night:
As we were leaving Woodman's, I spotted an empty package of personal lubricant on the ground.
Me: Guess they couldn't wait to get home to get that open.
Dad: If they sell it, they will come.
Oh...oh, you didn't just say what I think you did. Oh, my goodness. And my father worries about me shattering all illusions of myself.
Well, now's as good a time as any to talk about Friday and, well, it's yesterday now. It's Homecoming at my college, and Friday night was the second-annual Homecoming Kickoff Concert. As I was a part of two of the three performing groups, and the third one kicks major ass, I went. Unfortunately, I was kind of distracted during the concert. I had to sit in the balcony--I'm sad to discover it now takes longer than 30 minutes for me to get to Naperville--and there were these two kids up there who played the whole time. The girl was maybe five, the boy about eight--definitely old enough to be taught to sit quietly during a concert. Or, had they been in the back of the balcony, maybe things would have been different. But no, they were right up at the edge of the balcony, playing with a bracelet and a car. There was a point where I seriously worried that the car was going to go over the edge and whack someone in the head. Also, the sound it made while rolling on the wooden railing got really loud when the songs hit their quiet parts. Hello, three adults related to these children--this is not cool. I did not come here to listen to a kid play with his Hot Wheels, or to hear the sound of a Velcro-closure bracelet being opened constantly. And then there was the old lady who nearly fell on me. The seats in the balcony are wooden, but there weren't any directly in front of me, which gave easy access to some of the seats in the middle of the row. An older woman tried to step into the open area in front of me but missed this sort of half-step and took a tumble during the first song. Luckily she was fine. However, this is part of the reason we wait to sit down until after a song is finished, or after the group has performed its entire concert--you're distracted because you're listening to the music and you're not paying attention to what you're doing. Plus, you sort of ruin the ambiance for everyone around you. Thanks so much!
After the concert I grabbed some food at the reception and then went back upstairs to see Pete and Larry. I ended up being able to talk to them at the same time. I told them about my song, which seemed to impress them, although I think Pete was a little disappointed to hear it was for band, not choir. Pete was also disappointed to hear that I don't have much time for my flute these days, either. I am, too, to be honest with you, but that can always change in the future. We'll see.
It was mentioned during the performance that next year's concert will be held at the new fine arts center. When I was a student, this was but a pipe dream. However, I took a walk over to it after the show and, holy crap, it's huge! The only building left on that block is the old art center; everything else was torn down to make room. It should be really nice once it's done, and I look forward to seeing it next year.
Today we finally went grocery shopping. We hadn't gone since before my parents went to Vegas, and while we weren't exactly starving, we were low or out of drinks, fruit, and bread, to name a few things. (I was excited to have fresh fruit and veggies at the reception, for example.) We went to Sam's first and stocked up on some stuff. They had a staffing issue, so that there were literally only three checkers for probably fifty people waiting in line. This is the one time it's good for my dad to be a smoker, as you can only buy cigarettes at one counter at Sam's, and you can buy all the rest of your stuff there too, so you can bypass all the lines. Then, after dropping off that stuff, we went down to Woodman's and stocked up on just about everything. Seriously. It was like we'd never gone grocery shopping before. We spent over $200 between the two stores. The good news is that we probably won't have to go shopping for another two weeks. ;P
Oh, and your funny for the night:
As we were leaving Woodman's, I spotted an empty package of personal lubricant on the ground.
Me: Guess they couldn't wait to get home to get that open.
Dad: If they sell it, they will come.
Oh...oh, you didn't just say what I think you did. Oh, my goodness. And my father worries about me shattering all illusions of myself.