But it's not all fun and games; no no, it's hard friggin' work! My ride wassupposedto show at 7:30AM, that way our mom didn't have to drive my sister and I. Being the airhead that she is though, Molly decided (for still unknown reasons) to show up at 8:10! The band room closes at 8:30 and we need to get our stuff. So we get our mom up and ready to go and *Beep beep!* looky looky, its Molly. ARGH! So we book it down to Lamphere and get our stuff ready just before the room closes for the morning. And when we get to Detroit Door & Hardware, our HQ for the parade
, my sister forgot her hat! Thank goodness our band director was generous enough to go back down and unlock the band room and get it; my sister is apparently an airhead too. Everyone is dressed and ready to go. Our rat-bastard of a band director (yes, my like/dislike of him changes regularly) decides that its neccesary for us to line up in the streetONE HOUR BEFORE THE PARADE BEGINS. And the band Nazis - I mean Drum Majors - keep up standing the ENTIRE TIME. There's a thought, lets get everybody worn out right before the fucking parade, that way they'll be at their very best. Dumbasses.
The parade went off without much of a hitch, but it made me wonder: WHAT'S WRONG WITH THESE PEOPLE!!!