Drums Along The Rockies and the DMNS hates me
So this weekend was all planned out (at least Saturday was). Noah and I had finally reserved tickets to the "Body Worlds" exhibit at the DMNS (Denver Museum of Nature and Science). I was so psyched because I have literally tried to get in there since March when it opened. So we show up and the traffic director guy says, "Sorry. Museum's closed." Ummm, sir. We just laid down $40 big ones to get in to this exhibit and that's all you're gonna give me. Well, Noah is a nosy bugger* like me so we parked anyway and walked up to the doors where there was a small gathering of people. We saw a couple fire trucks, an ambulance and an Xcel Energy truck up there too. There was no smoke anywhere, no people running from the building screaming, and the firemen were standing around in the shade as though they were more fearful of themselves combusting due to the extreme heat. One of the docents near the front door was kind enough to tell us that there was a power outage and thus the whole museum was closed indefinitely. More importantly, she let us know that we could call the reservations line to find out when the museum would reopen and that our tickets could be changed or refunded then. Good news, but how frustrating! Thus, the DMNS hates me. We're trying again Wednesday night after work. Wish me luck.
Later that evening we went to Drums Along The Rockies. This was my first time going and I was excited once we got tickets, but I had no idea I would get as pumped up as I did when, while sitting in traffic to park at Invesco, I heard the corps warming up. I started really geeking out on Noah about my drumming days. He handled it pretty well, considering. We had decent seats. They were pretty close up, which in most cases is a good thing, but for marching shows somewhere in the middle is really best. You get a better visual grasp on the show at least. We had the jumbo-tron to look up at, though, which was quite helpful. First up was a 100% voluntary marching band from Minnesota. Props to them, man. They weren't that great (I'd say maybe 10% better than my marching band was senior year), but they came out and you could just tell that they loved what they did. I like seeing that more than anything.
The real deal was awesome though. I was glad Noah could see the mediocre marching band before the true corps because then he could better appreciate them, having never been to such a show before. He learned quickly though, and it was painfully obvious to us all that the Cavaliers from Rosemont, IL really had it - hands down. I got to be a total geek, but did my best not to interfere with Noah's ability to watch the show. We had enough of a distraction as it was with the drunk dude sitting next to us, shouting at each drum major, "Pull out your wand, man. I wanna see your wand!" Fucker. What an awesome show, though. I can't wait to catch the final competition on ESPN in September.
*I use "bugger" now, thanks to reading Ender's Game
Later that evening we went to Drums Along The Rockies. This was my first time going and I was excited once we got tickets, but I had no idea I would get as pumped up as I did when, while sitting in traffic to park at Invesco, I heard the corps warming up. I started really geeking out on Noah about my drumming days. He handled it pretty well, considering. We had decent seats. They were pretty close up, which in most cases is a good thing, but for marching shows somewhere in the middle is really best. You get a better visual grasp on the show at least. We had the jumbo-tron to look up at, though, which was quite helpful. First up was a 100% voluntary marching band from Minnesota. Props to them, man. They weren't that great (I'd say maybe 10% better than my marching band was senior year), but they came out and you could just tell that they loved what they did. I like seeing that more than anything.
The real deal was awesome though. I was glad Noah could see the mediocre marching band before the true corps because then he could better appreciate them, having never been to such a show before. He learned quickly though, and it was painfully obvious to us all that the Cavaliers from Rosemont, IL really had it - hands down. I got to be a total geek, but did my best not to interfere with Noah's ability to watch the show. We had enough of a distraction as it was with the drunk dude sitting next to us, shouting at each drum major, "Pull out your wand, man. I wanna see your wand!" Fucker. What an awesome show, though. I can't wait to catch the final competition on ESPN in September.
*I use "bugger" now, thanks to reading Ender's Game