My selective memory.
I woke up early today. Well, before 1...that's considered early to me. I need to stop sleeping in so late before it becomes a bad habit. I hate waking up and knowing that my entire day has vanished.
My sister had her final band concert this afternoon, so I met the fam up at DC to watch her preform. The band was outstanding. They tore up Gustav Holst's, Second Suite in F For Military Band. I remember preforming that piece at Festival, Sophomore year. It was definitely a challenging piece. Rachelle was awarded with the John Phillip Sousa Award for amazing Jazz Band performance and leadership. There is only one award given to a graduating senior, and she got it. I'm so proud of her, that's incredible.
During the intermission, I went over to the atrium to look at the artwork. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of dad and Adam and I go, "Hey! Who's that little dork over there?" Adam screamed, "Lo-nen, is that YOU?!" and turned around and ran full-force into me. It was good to see my dad without Kim. He's so much happier when she isn't around. It feels like he's dad again, not Gary. I really feel bad for him sometimes. My mom left him. Rachelle and I left him. I know he's miserable with Kim, but he cannot bear to go through another divorce. He knows that he was too hard on me when I was a kid and I know that he regrets what happened between us. I regret what happened between us. It makes me cry to think about it. I really miss my dad sometimes.
After the concert, I said hello to a few kids that I haven't seen for a while and talked to Mr. Bush for a second before Rachelle and I took off to get over to our softball game. Yeah, our team really sucks, but not nearly as much as I had imagined. I made a few decent plays and had a couple of hits, but for the most part, I played like shit. Blah. Oh well, first game of the season, I can't expect to always take off running. The definite "highlight" of the day...or shall I say HIGHLIGHTER, was Emily in her gigantic neon yellow jacket. I was bummed out that no one told me it was 80's day, otherwise I would have busted out my flourescent coat too. I was meaning to ask her if she mugged Cindi Lauper on the way in, but didn't get the opportunity.
After the game, I said hello to a few of the kids. It was great seeing Beck, Mom, Dad, and Uncle Brandon again. I love those kids so much.
Then, I changed and headed over to Em's. We went to the Hoedown for a little bit. Oh, the Hoedown. The mullets, the bleached blond hair with black roots, the cowboy hats, the flannel shirts, the plastic mugs of beer...welcome to white trash heaven. I saw the most kickin' belt. It was red, white, and blue horizontally striped with silver stars. Oh man, it's so bad ass. I turned around to talk to a person who I THOUGHT was Em. As it turned out, it was this extremely fat, sweaty, drunk man who had some sort of dog puppet on his shoulders. He scared the living shit out of me. I screamed, dropped the belt, grabbed Em, and took off running. Holy God, I don't think I've ever been so scared in my life. After the coast was clear, we went back to purchase the belt for $10 and then took off.
From there, we went over to Small's to see KO and the Knockouts. They were so much better than I was expecting. I heard a song of theirs a while back on some website. I liked the song, but I figured that it was the typical "one hit wonder" and that was all that they had going for them. God, was I wrong. KO knows what's up...and those Knockouts are sweet! The guitar player looks just like a blond Rob Schneider. Em and I came to the conclusion that he also looks a lot like Marv from Home Alone, so (although his name is Mark), we're calling him Marv from now on. The drummer was a madman. That boy can kick out the jams like you wouldn't believe. He must've been on speed, because the energy of that boy was unbelievable.
After the show, Em gave me the tour of the city even more white trash than Taylor...yes, that's right, ROSEVILLE! Oh man, it's incredible. We went to Big Boy for dinner and then headed to 7-11 for a slurpee. The lady working at 7-11 was great. Flannel shirt, feathered hair, missing teeth. Hot!
If the weather is nice tomorrow, I'm going to the zoo in the afternoon with Em. Maybe we can convince Scott to come, since he lives in Royal Oak. Hah, then someone can finally meet the infamous Clear Channel Scott.
Revenge of the Nerds. =]
xo Current Mood: crazyCurrent Music: Sprialing-Girl On Top (of the piano)