Sunday, February 10, 2013
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.