It's Show Choir season, and while Em isn't on the stage singing and dancing...she's behind the curtain playing in the band (aka: "combo"). She's thought about being a part of the group, but there are a few hindrances that keep her from participating. The time commitment for combo is perfect...and so, that is what she chooses instead.
And yes, we travel to some of the contests to hear her play, even though we rarely see the band behind the black curtain. Band parents are like that--we go to support our kids--even if we don't see them play.
So, we lay down $26 for approximately an hour and a half of show choir entertainment and grabbed our seats waayyyyy up in the bleachers. (Not really our cup of tea, so we don't camp out all day like we do for band contests.) This is some schmaltzy cruise-ship sorta entertainment, filled with enlarged eyeballs, phony smiles, and jazz hands---tons and tons of jazz hands. I can only take so many jazz hands and then we gotta leave. Joe is half way out the door when we get there, so it isn't just me.
We sat through a few shows, visited with some parents, and saw Em--then we were headed for our 45 minute drive home. As we were leaving, Em asked us to pick her up an iced coffee--she was stuck there until awards at 10:00 p.m.--a long night for a non-show choir gal.
Sure. Now to find a Starbucks out in the boonies.
Before we left the school, Joe went to check his cell phone to see if we could find a Starbucks nearby. We had to go near a door to get service and a hall monitor lady let us pass (they are pretty strict at these things for safety sake) her to get to the door.
As he fiddled and fussed trying to get service on his smart phone, I was chatting it up with the hall monitor. Finally, after waiting forever to hear if Joe found anything, I just turned and asked the lady, "Do you have a Starbucks nearby?" She went on to explain they only had Dunkin' Donuts and gave me directions on how to get there--all before Joe could get a signal.
Finally, I yelled over to Joe "Forget the smart phone, I just found a smart lady." Problem solved...WITHOUT technology.
Or jazz hands.
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I think there is a Jazz Hands app!
Bwahahahaha. That's how to do things old school.
You never mentioned before that Em played an instrument (or I forgot or I missed it) - which one? Is "Show Choir" like that stuff on Glee?
what? NO Starbucks? unbelievable
Ha!!! That completely cracked me up!
hey I just read back to Poop Trail and really I think you should go ahead and pick up the poop now while it is still below freezing, or if you get to that point, because frozen poop is WAY easier to pick up than poop in the spring. No kidding.
Diana--Kill. Me. Now.
Patty--Isn't that funny? We never realized how silly we were standing there trying to find the coffee place when there was an honest-to-goodness human right there!
Grace--Glee is based on these contests. BUT...they are not all as good as the Glee performances. It's all sort of hokey. Too much so for me. Em plays the flute and the piccolo. I don't take many photos of her during concert season, I guess I just do more during marching season when she does colorguard.
Ann--Yeah, it was a wee little town. BUT, they did have a Dunkin' Donuts! Hooray!
Liz--me too. Funny how we ignore the humans and go right for the phone. We are silly.
Lauren--I think you are very right. I imagine frozen logs will be much easier to clean up--never thought of that. Thanks!
"jazz hands" --no clue; but I'll take a smart person over a smart phone anytime.
I'm a GLEE fan, so yeah I love show choirs :) And playing in the band is cool too!
Glad you found a smart lady :)
Sometimes it's just easier to ask.
Hahah...that would be more like, a woman's solution vs. a man's. It drives me NUTS that if we go into a store (any store) looking for something specific M makes a bee line for a person to ask where it is before even looking for it himself. USUALLY what happens is that person is not helpful and I already knew where it was. Annoying.
You are such a dedicated family. I'm not sure I would want to sit there to not see my kid play.
That's how we used to have to do it all the time. Remember those "olden times?"
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