You know what we need?
BAND PRACTICE.
So, I got the maintenance guy to help a rocker out. He offered to open the performing arts center for us. (And I only had to give him a few of my leftover beer, plus that really hot English teacher's number.) All that means is that we're going to have our first official band practice. I know we're down one person, but she can go shove that violin bow up somewhere where the sun doesn't shine for all I care.
Sharks on the Highway will have their first practice on Thursday night. That better work for everyone, 'cause I had to give up a night of playing Call of Duty for you guys. So be there or get a drumstick up your... Yeah.
Private to Lola
Lunch, soon? It's just been a while or whatever.