I’ll admit it, I’m a field band nerd. :) Of course, it’s been 10 years since my last field band event. (No, I won’t make you do complicated math, I graduated high school 10 years ago in June, and I was 17, so that would make me…26. For the next 5 weeks.) Last night I went to my brother’s last field band championship – he’s a senior this year, and he’s lead snare – at the Dome in Syracuse. They had just moved up a class from the one they won two years in a row. They didn’t win (ok, they took last place) but they looked and sounded great! (Can you tell I’m proud of him?) I took a whole roll of film, which will hopefully come out since I haven’t used film in about 2 years… I also picked up a tote bag with a french horn on it. Yay! Now I can carry my band music in style. I did need the new bag, really, honest and true! My band folder was too big to fit in my normal music tote, or really in any of the tote bags I have. Honest. It has nothing to do with my bag addiction.
Day: October 28, 2002
Daylight Savings Time
…did we just start it or end it? I can never remember. Anyway, instead of getting my lovely extra hour of uninterrupted sleep, I got woken up at 2 (or 3, depending on which clock you looked at) by a frantic doorbell. My first thought was that the house was on fire and someone was trying to wake us up. But I have no way of seeing the front step without opening the door, and I couldn’t bring myself to open the door. Especially with the way Molly was reacting – I’ve never heard her growl quite that seriously before! Turns out after talking to the neighbors, it was a prank – it wasn’t just our house. Surprisingly, even the pumpkins on the front step survived the ordeal…and I’m planning on installing a peep hole in our front door for next time.