STORIES!!!! pt. 2
#1
Steven (one of my high school tuba players) comes up to me after rehearsal a few days ago and says he has a problem. He then shows me his finger. He managed to slide his finger all the way into the ring on the end of the one tuning slide for his tuba, but now couldn't slide it out. So I told him to try to get it off during class and bring it back later. So he goes off to class with a tuning slide stuck on his finger. He comes back to me in my 6th period class near the end of the day with the tuning slide and two halves of a ring. He couldn't manage to get his finger out of the ring so the nurse sent him to the art teacher who used a hand saw to cut the ring off the tuning side. This still didn't make sliding the ring off any easier. So he ends up going to the ER and having the ring cut off his finger. I come to find out he slid his finger that far in cause his good friend/my bass player dared him to. Ah, children.
#2
Last weekend I decided to visit Galveston on the Gulf coast. I haven't been there yet and it's supposed to be kinda nice... I had tickets to the hockey game in Houston so figured a side trip would be fun. Checked the internet for things to do, what was going on, etc. There was this Summer Beach Party going on at the East Beach. I figured it was some "summer's around the corner" festival type party. So I get to Galveston and start driving around and everywhere I go there are blockades. Streets are packed with what looked to me like a "Pimp My Ride" convention. I was encouraged to check out this place called the Seawall. So I followed signs there and found that this Summer Beach Party was centered there. Streets closed all over the place. It wasn't so much a party as it was just a huge frat hang out. No activities... lots of people standing around showing off flashy pimp-rides and dancing to hip-hop and rap. So I avoided that area and found this street called The Strand. Lots of little shops, neat restaurants, ice cream parlors, etc... all closed at 6pm because of this Beach Party thing. So after a half eaten dinner, the only thing I could find to do was hang out at a bar. So I went to this place called Poor Michael's -- a classic rock/country/blues bar. Neat place... live music. So I'm sitting there and these Norwiegian tourists had come in. Apparently a lot of people come to Galveston for their oysters. Along with me and the Norwiegians, this lady in her mid-40s had also come in. We were all sitting around complaining that everything closed early or was overrun by frats cause of the stupid Beach Party thing. So some time passes and I had started watching the TV where Comedy Central was showing stand up with George Lopez. The Norweigians had left, so it was me, then 2 empty bar stools, then this 40-something yr old woman. I'm watching TV and I hear behind me... "PSSSSSSST". I ignored, hoping it was for the barkeep. "PSSSSST!" again. Earlier she found out I lived just north of Houston... and she lives north of Houston somewhere too, which I guess made up best friends. So she called for me "Hey Huntsville." I looked and she started patting the empty bar stool next to her and winking. I avoided by telling her I was watching TV. She persisted. "But I want to see this show." So she comes over to see me and see what I'm watching. She toasted something (she was "cheers" this and "cheers" that all nite). She hugged me, kissed my cheek and eventually I got her to go back to her stool. A half hour passes or so and she gets up to leave. Comes over to me, "Nice to meet you. Can I give you a ride?" I politely told her I had my car outside, but ot drive safe. So my weekend away at the "beach" ended with me getting hit on by a drunk 40 yr old. It was only on the way home did I ask myself, "Where do you draw the line between *no way* and *drink til she's cute*?"
Steven (one of my high school tuba players) comes up to me after rehearsal a few days ago and says he has a problem. He then shows me his finger. He managed to slide his finger all the way into the ring on the end of the one tuning slide for his tuba, but now couldn't slide it out. So I told him to try to get it off during class and bring it back later. So he goes off to class with a tuning slide stuck on his finger. He comes back to me in my 6th period class near the end of the day with the tuning slide and two halves of a ring. He couldn't manage to get his finger out of the ring so the nurse sent him to the art teacher who used a hand saw to cut the ring off the tuning side. This still didn't make sliding the ring off any easier. So he ends up going to the ER and having the ring cut off his finger. I come to find out he slid his finger that far in cause his good friend/my bass player dared him to. Ah, children.
#2
Last weekend I decided to visit Galveston on the Gulf coast. I haven't been there yet and it's supposed to be kinda nice... I had tickets to the hockey game in Houston so figured a side trip would be fun. Checked the internet for things to do, what was going on, etc. There was this Summer Beach Party going on at the East Beach. I figured it was some "summer's around the corner" festival type party. So I get to Galveston and start driving around and everywhere I go there are blockades. Streets are packed with what looked to me like a "Pimp My Ride" convention. I was encouraged to check out this place called the Seawall. So I followed signs there and found that this Summer Beach Party was centered there. Streets closed all over the place. It wasn't so much a party as it was just a huge frat hang out. No activities... lots of people standing around showing off flashy pimp-rides and dancing to hip-hop and rap. So I avoided that area and found this street called The Strand. Lots of little shops, neat restaurants, ice cream parlors, etc... all closed at 6pm because of this Beach Party thing. So after a half eaten dinner, the only thing I could find to do was hang out at a bar. So I went to this place called Poor Michael's -- a classic rock/country/blues bar. Neat place... live music. So I'm sitting there and these Norwiegian tourists had come in. Apparently a lot of people come to Galveston for their oysters. Along with me and the Norwiegians, this lady in her mid-40s had also come in. We were all sitting around complaining that everything closed early or was overrun by frats cause of the stupid Beach Party thing. So some time passes and I had started watching the TV where Comedy Central was showing stand up with George Lopez. The Norweigians had left, so it was me, then 2 empty bar stools, then this 40-something yr old woman. I'm watching TV and I hear behind me... "PSSSSSSST". I ignored, hoping it was for the barkeep. "PSSSSST!" again. Earlier she found out I lived just north of Houston... and she lives north of Houston somewhere too, which I guess made up best friends. So she called for me "Hey Huntsville." I looked and she started patting the empty bar stool next to her and winking. I avoided by telling her I was watching TV. She persisted. "But I want to see this show." So she comes over to see me and see what I'm watching. She toasted something (she was "cheers" this and "cheers" that all nite). She hugged me, kissed my cheek and eventually I got her to go back to her stool. A half hour passes or so and she gets up to leave. Comes over to me, "Nice to meet you. Can I give you a ride?" I politely told her I had my car outside, but ot drive safe. So my weekend away at the "beach" ended with me getting hit on by a drunk 40 yr old. It was only on the way home did I ask myself, "Where do you draw the line between *no way* and *drink til she's cute*?"