If you can't get through it, you can listen to it.
I have so many feelings I want to capture and put in a jar for safe keeping. These past three days were life changing, and they almost didn't happen.
I'm very emotional right now, and I sense that my emotions will come through in my writing. Be prepared to laugh, tear up, and scream with joy. And it might not be a bad idea to throw on a poncho or grab an umbrella.
February 28, 2007 -- 3:00 to 10:00 PM
Eight Inches of Snow
The forecast screamed snow and I screamed Hanson. Thursday afternoon my director, Ms. Dalbeck, sat the cast of the One Act play down and said flat-out, "We're getting eight to twelve inches of snow on Friday. I don't see us having a festival." My mind began to race through scenes of sleeping bags, cameras, and three certain boys. This could happen. I asked Ms. Dalbeck if she would cancel the festival right that second, and in turn grant me the oppourtunity to go to Connecticut to see Hanson on Friday, a show I was dying to attend. "No. I will not cancel the show until Friday morning." I couldn't help but get upset, and tears welled up in my eyes. How would I feel if I woke up Friday morning with no school, no One Act festival, and no Hanson? Depression had already sunk in seeing no possible way for me to attend the show. I wouldn't know if the festival was cancelled until Friday, the morning of the concert, and Michelle was leaving Thursday to camp out in Connecticut.
I called Michelle and told her the situation. "Kylie, just come. Forget the play. If there's going to be snow, the play will be cancelled." I couldn't bring myself to say I would go. If I were to go to Connecticut on Thursday and wake up Friday morning ready to see a Hanson show and find that the storm in Maine hadn't been a storm at all and One Acts wasn't cancelled, I would be screwed out of a role for the rest of my life. I couldn't do it, I just couldn't.
I started to get ahead of myself, thinking I could actually go to Hanson because of the weather. I checked weather.com many times and it always said the same thing, "Severe Winter Weather -- 8 to 12 inches of snow, 90% chance of precipitation." Maybe One Acts would be cancelled? But what if they weren't? I had arranged with Kyle McCarthy to drive me back from Connecticut on Friday if school wasn't cancelled since he lives minutes away from New Haven and was heading home on Friday anyways. It was a surefire back-up plan if I needed one. Before I could make any decisions or even tell my parents what I was thinking, I had to bounce ideas off someone. I went to Marlene's and talked with Martha, Marlene, and Trevor for twenty minutes or so, and then Trev, Marlene, and I went to Hannaford to get some food for thought. They didn't give me any answers, but I didn't expect them to. It was time for me to explain to my parents what was on my mind. They would know what to do.
My dad came home later that night and said, "There's not going to be any school on Friday, I can guarantee it." It was my second guarantee and my mind wandered again to a far away concert scene. Could this happen?
"I need to go to Hanson. I need to."
"You're not going to have school, and One Act's are going to be cancelled. It's you're decision. Do you want to risk it?"
"Yes! YES!"
"You can go under one condition, call Ms. Dalbeck and explain to her your plans."
I called Ms. Dalbeck and explained very calmly that I had plans to go to Connecticut to see Hanson and if needbe, I had a ride back to Maine if One Act's were not cancelled. She told me to, "Have fun," and said, "You owe me big, Kid." Sheesh, that was easy. Why couldn't she have said that earlier?
February 28, 2007 -- 10:30 PM
"Michelle, I CAN GO!"
Our conversation at first had no words, none at all. If I could write it down I would but it sounded like wounded pygmy goats or an animal of equal annoyance. All that mattered was that I was now going to see Hanson in Connecticut and had less than 12 hours to prepare myself mentally and physically, as well as pack and come up with money for the trip. How could this be happening?
I called Kim and left a awkward message, asking if we could talk and smoothe things over before the next day, since she would be attending the show with Michelle as well. She called back, and we had a quick yet nice conversation. Things went back to normal in less than five minutes.
After the phone call, It was a whirlwind of clothes and batteries. My bag was scarcely packed by midnight, and many distractions kept me from getting organized. Dan stopped by to eat pizza, Michelle kept calling me, and of course, my mind was racing. What would these next few days bring? I can tell you one thing, none of it could have been expected.
March 1, 2007 -- 9:30 AM
Where's Kim?
I met the King's in the Hannaford parking lot in Augusta. I said goodbye to my dad, who was unreasaonably jealous of me. He wished he could attend the concert, too. We went into Hannaford to use the bathroom -- I found that Michelle has an amazingly active bladder, but I owe the entire trip to Michelle's bladder. You'll see.
After an awkward voicemail and twelve missed calls, Kim showed up. We piled into the Suburban and headed out. It hadn't hit me yet, but I was on my way to a Hanson concert.
March 1, 2007 -- 11:00 AM
"Waterfalls of Lemony Goodness!"
We stopped at a rest stop when we reached Massachusetts, since Michelle has to pee every five minutes. The toilets were like black holes. The ride was very fun. We talked about Hanson experiences, laughed, and bonded. Our first stop was in Quincy or "Quinzy" to pick up Miss Julie, whom I had never met before. I couldn't wait for everything to begin.
March 1, 2007 -- Around 12 or 1?
"Is it dark red, light red, or brown?"
Yay! Julie! We picked up Julie in Quincy and began the drive to New Haven, Connecticut. Julie's thick Boston accent was so cool, by the way. We listened to The Walk all the way down. We stopped at a few places for food, though not Boston Market, the only restaurant Michael wanted to eat at. Michelle peed about 45 times. That's all I have to say.
March 1, 2007 -- Around and after 4 PM
We crossed the border into New Haven and were immediately taken aback at the nasty scenery. It reminded everyone of Tulsa, or those who had been to Tulsa, rather. We left the highway and drove through the downtown area of New Haven, the area we assumed Toad's Place would be located. We started to count the white people and after twenty minutes in town we had only counted four, but atleast two didn't count because they were black-white people. The area was extremely scary and sketchy, but we wouldn't let the King's think that. We kept saying how unafraid we were to camp out in that area, but as soon as Julie and Danny left to check into the hotel, we screamed and hid our eyes in fear. "Please let Toad's Place be in a safe area. Please!"
We turned down the street and suddenly there were well-dressed white people galore. We were in the center of Yale's campus, complete with castles, Au Bon Pain, and Urban Outfitters. Things were looking up. We drove down York Street and there it stood, in all it's glory -- Toad's Place, completely vacant of a line and smack dab between two beautiful Yale buildings. We quickly pulled over and ran to unpack and lay our things out. As far as we knew, we were first in line. A girl ran up to us and said that she had been there since the day before and wanted to make sure she was first in line. Her name was Amanda and I first took her as a bitch, but I later learned how incredibly sweet she was. We agreed to give her first in line, as it was rightfully hers. A security guy from Toad's named Matt told us we'd have to set up our stuff on the side of the building until midnight since there was another show that night. We piled up our stuff against the building and began to plan. There was a big pile of snow where we would be sitting, so Amanda brought us her shovel and some ice melting stuff and we began to chip away at the snow and ice. We got rid of a lot but decided to stop and just set up our things. We laid the tent out with our millions of blankets and sleeping bags and pillows and sat. We sat there for a good long time. We took turns getting food and going to the bathroom. Amanda's friend Amanda showed up and then we decided to assign numbers for the line. Amanda and Amanda were 1 and 2, and our group was numbers 3 through 8. Guitar girl, or Mere, was behind us and she got a number, and another group of girls behind her got their numbers. Everything was all set. We were comfortable, warm thanks to Kim's hand warmers, and happy. We were in line for Hanson, a place we feel most at home. Yale students walked by and asked us what we were waiting for and we proudly stated, "HANSON!" We answered their questions about the band, gave intelligent questions to interviews, and laughed and smiled for candid pictures. We were celebrities.
Not too long into our wait, a homeless man walked towards us and we became slightly nervous. He was loud and rambunxious, but the Toad's Place staff seemed to like and trust him. We got to know him, and learned his name was Titanium Joe because of the insane amounts of metal in his body. He had fallen through Ozzy Osbourne's tour bus and broke every bone in his body, and lived to tell the tale. The King's paid him $20 to stay out all night and watch us and make sure no other homeless people tried to attack us or steal our things. He was very nice and promised to bring us pastries from Au Bon Pain later in the night. Joe ran after any one who even thought about coming near us. "DON'T YOU TOUCH THAT TENT! I'LL BREAK YOUR NECK!"
March 1, 2007 -- 8 PM and On
Punk Kids Galore
A bunch of scary punk kids began showing up for the Against Me show at Toad's. We heard about 40 different versions of MMMBop while they stood outside. A girl from Yale Daily News came to take our picture for the website and newpaper, and we talked to some guy about a secret interview Hanson was doing at Yale the next day. We didn't think anything of it -- He was a weird college guy promising us guest passes to the interview. Creepy.
It was approaching midnight and the Against Me show was almost over. We felt drops of rain and were anxious to move to the front of the venue so we could get comfortable for the night. Just as we were beginning to get organized and move the tent to the front of the building, it began to pour. It was just rain, it was a heavy downpour. Everything was soaked -- Our clothes, our blankets, our sleeping bags, everything. We couldn't figure out how to set up our tent so a random guy from the street had to help us. We climbed into our tent, miserable, wet and cold. Joe stopped by to drop off an unreasonable amount of pastries from Au Bon Pain, just as he promised, but nothing could have cheered us up from the rain. Nothing except Hanson, in the flesh, and we tried to stay happy because we knew it was coming.
March 2, 2007 -- 2:23 AM
"My name's Andrew, by the way."
We had finally fallen asleep, though not for long. We slept for less than 2 hours at a time, and would wake up, complain and moan about the three inches of water we were laying in, and then fall back asleep an hour later. Around 2:23 Michelle rolled over and complained that she had to pee, but what else is new? I pretended I was asleep because I didn't want to walk out in the rain that was still pouring. Kim didn't want to go either and she didn't know where the nearest bathroom was. Just as Kim unzipped the tent, two guys were walking past our tent.
"Hey, do you know where the nearest bathroom is?"
"Yeah, I do actually. It's just around the corner at Gormet Heaven."
"Alright, thanks."
"Actually, I'm from the Yale Daily News, is it alright if I interview you?"
At this point I was awake from my pretend slumber and began answering questions. He asked us about Hanson and the music and what it meant to us. He also asked us about their wives and families and all sorts of questions. We answered ridiculously well for 2:23 AM. He was astonished at our dedication and passion for Hanson. He, just like the rest of the New Haven communnity, was baffled that we would sleep in puddles of water and withstand the extreme weather all for Hanson. His last question was what would change my entire experience in New Haven, Connecticut, let alone my life.
"How important would it be for you guys to meet Hanson?"
Obviously, it was very important.
"I'm interviewing Hanson tomorrow at Yale before and after the Master's Tea they're hosting, what if I can get you guys in?"
Our lives stopped. Our worlds haulted and you could see our hearts jumping out of our throats and landing at the man's feet.
"Meet me at the corner at 2:30 tomorrow and I'll see what I can do. I'm Andrew, by the way."
We introduced ourselves, and said goodnight and promised to see him tomorrow at the corner. We forgot it was raining and fell asleep in pools of excitement. Why was I even here?
March 2, 2007 -- 7:00 AM
"If you help me, I'll help you."
We woke up from a stupefied sleep only to come to the realization that we were still in puddles of water and frozen solid. We didn't waste any time and called Michelle's dad to come get us and bring us to the dry, warm hotel. We left all of our stuff in the tent, not concerned with who might take it or our spot in line. It had been raining for almost 7 hours and we wanted out of the wetness. Back at the hotel we prettied ourselves and told Michelle's family about our early morning run in with the reporter from YDN. We all resolved to meet him at 2:30 and hope for the best.
We spent a couple of hours in the hotel room getting warm and preparing to go back to the wetness of York Street. Michelle's mom emptied the tent and bought us chairs and ponchos so we could stay dry. All we had to worry about was meeting Andrew at 2:30.
We sat down in our chairs and ponchos looking ridiculous but warm and dry. We were nervous for 2:30.
We walked towards the corner around 2, asking the Amanda's to watch our things in line. We met Joe at the corner and he seemed to know exactly where we were going. He told us if we paid for another night in the shelter, he would tell us which hotel Hanson was staying at. For a price of $8 we found out they were staying at the Duncan down the street and their tour bus was park there at that very moment. We thanked him and walked towards the hotel. We all stopped however, and had a strange feeling that we should turn back. We walked back to the corner to wait for Andrew. Just as we were returning, we saw a white van parking in front of Toad's and ran down to see Isaac, Taylor, and Zac along with Natalie and Kate and the kids.
Michelle walked back to the corner with Julie to wait for Andrew. Just as they were about to give up, he showed up.
"Sorry I'm late, I had to figure out a plan."
Kim, Michelle, Julie, and I stood patiently waiting on the corner, waiting for our cue.
To Be Continued
I'll finish tomorrow. It's late and I'm emotionally spent.
Stay tuned for the real good part of the weekend.
I'm very emotional right now, and I sense that my emotions will come through in my writing. Be prepared to laugh, tear up, and scream with joy. And it might not be a bad idea to throw on a poncho or grab an umbrella.
February 28, 2007 -- 3:00 to 10:00 PM
Eight Inches of Snow
The forecast screamed snow and I screamed Hanson. Thursday afternoon my director, Ms. Dalbeck, sat the cast of the One Act play down and said flat-out, "We're getting eight to twelve inches of snow on Friday. I don't see us having a festival." My mind began to race through scenes of sleeping bags, cameras, and three certain boys. This could happen. I asked Ms. Dalbeck if she would cancel the festival right that second, and in turn grant me the oppourtunity to go to Connecticut to see Hanson on Friday, a show I was dying to attend. "No. I will not cancel the show until Friday morning." I couldn't help but get upset, and tears welled up in my eyes. How would I feel if I woke up Friday morning with no school, no One Act festival, and no Hanson? Depression had already sunk in seeing no possible way for me to attend the show. I wouldn't know if the festival was cancelled until Friday, the morning of the concert, and Michelle was leaving Thursday to camp out in Connecticut.
I called Michelle and told her the situation. "Kylie, just come. Forget the play. If there's going to be snow, the play will be cancelled." I couldn't bring myself to say I would go. If I were to go to Connecticut on Thursday and wake up Friday morning ready to see a Hanson show and find that the storm in Maine hadn't been a storm at all and One Acts wasn't cancelled, I would be screwed out of a role for the rest of my life. I couldn't do it, I just couldn't.
I started to get ahead of myself, thinking I could actually go to Hanson because of the weather. I checked weather.com many times and it always said the same thing, "Severe Winter Weather -- 8 to 12 inches of snow, 90% chance of precipitation." Maybe One Acts would be cancelled? But what if they weren't? I had arranged with Kyle McCarthy to drive me back from Connecticut on Friday if school wasn't cancelled since he lives minutes away from New Haven and was heading home on Friday anyways. It was a surefire back-up plan if I needed one. Before I could make any decisions or even tell my parents what I was thinking, I had to bounce ideas off someone. I went to Marlene's and talked with Martha, Marlene, and Trevor for twenty minutes or so, and then Trev, Marlene, and I went to Hannaford to get some food for thought. They didn't give me any answers, but I didn't expect them to. It was time for me to explain to my parents what was on my mind. They would know what to do.
My dad came home later that night and said, "There's not going to be any school on Friday, I can guarantee it." It was my second guarantee and my mind wandered again to a far away concert scene. Could this happen?
"I need to go to Hanson. I need to."
"You're not going to have school, and One Act's are going to be cancelled. It's you're decision. Do you want to risk it?"
"Yes! YES!"
"You can go under one condition, call Ms. Dalbeck and explain to her your plans."
I called Ms. Dalbeck and explained very calmly that I had plans to go to Connecticut to see Hanson and if needbe, I had a ride back to Maine if One Act's were not cancelled. She told me to, "Have fun," and said, "You owe me big, Kid." Sheesh, that was easy. Why couldn't she have said that earlier?
February 28, 2007 -- 10:30 PM
"Michelle, I CAN GO!"
Our conversation at first had no words, none at all. If I could write it down I would but it sounded like wounded pygmy goats or an animal of equal annoyance. All that mattered was that I was now going to see Hanson in Connecticut and had less than 12 hours to prepare myself mentally and physically, as well as pack and come up with money for the trip. How could this be happening?
I called Kim and left a awkward message, asking if we could talk and smoothe things over before the next day, since she would be attending the show with Michelle as well. She called back, and we had a quick yet nice conversation. Things went back to normal in less than five minutes.
After the phone call, It was a whirlwind of clothes and batteries. My bag was scarcely packed by midnight, and many distractions kept me from getting organized. Dan stopped by to eat pizza, Michelle kept calling me, and of course, my mind was racing. What would these next few days bring? I can tell you one thing, none of it could have been expected.
March 1, 2007 -- 9:30 AM
Where's Kim?
I met the King's in the Hannaford parking lot in Augusta. I said goodbye to my dad, who was unreasaonably jealous of me. He wished he could attend the concert, too. We went into Hannaford to use the bathroom -- I found that Michelle has an amazingly active bladder, but I owe the entire trip to Michelle's bladder. You'll see.
After an awkward voicemail and twelve missed calls, Kim showed up. We piled into the Suburban and headed out. It hadn't hit me yet, but I was on my way to a Hanson concert.
March 1, 2007 -- 11:00 AM
"Waterfalls of Lemony Goodness!"
We stopped at a rest stop when we reached Massachusetts, since Michelle has to pee every five minutes. The toilets were like black holes. The ride was very fun. We talked about Hanson experiences, laughed, and bonded. Our first stop was in Quincy or "Quinzy" to pick up Miss Julie, whom I had never met before. I couldn't wait for everything to begin.
March 1, 2007 -- Around 12 or 1?
"Is it dark red, light red, or brown?"
Yay! Julie! We picked up Julie in Quincy and began the drive to New Haven, Connecticut. Julie's thick Boston accent was so cool, by the way. We listened to The Walk all the way down. We stopped at a few places for food, though not Boston Market, the only restaurant Michael wanted to eat at. Michelle peed about 45 times. That's all I have to say.
March 1, 2007 -- Around and after 4 PM
We crossed the border into New Haven and were immediately taken aback at the nasty scenery. It reminded everyone of Tulsa, or those who had been to Tulsa, rather. We left the highway and drove through the downtown area of New Haven, the area we assumed Toad's Place would be located. We started to count the white people and after twenty minutes in town we had only counted four, but atleast two didn't count because they were black-white people. The area was extremely scary and sketchy, but we wouldn't let the King's think that. We kept saying how unafraid we were to camp out in that area, but as soon as Julie and Danny left to check into the hotel, we screamed and hid our eyes in fear. "Please let Toad's Place be in a safe area. Please!"
We turned down the street and suddenly there were well-dressed white people galore. We were in the center of Yale's campus, complete with castles, Au Bon Pain, and Urban Outfitters. Things were looking up. We drove down York Street and there it stood, in all it's glory -- Toad's Place, completely vacant of a line and smack dab between two beautiful Yale buildings. We quickly pulled over and ran to unpack and lay our things out. As far as we knew, we were first in line. A girl ran up to us and said that she had been there since the day before and wanted to make sure she was first in line. Her name was Amanda and I first took her as a bitch, but I later learned how incredibly sweet she was. We agreed to give her first in line, as it was rightfully hers. A security guy from Toad's named Matt told us we'd have to set up our stuff on the side of the building until midnight since there was another show that night. We piled up our stuff against the building and began to plan. There was a big pile of snow where we would be sitting, so Amanda brought us her shovel and some ice melting stuff and we began to chip away at the snow and ice. We got rid of a lot but decided to stop and just set up our things. We laid the tent out with our millions of blankets and sleeping bags and pillows and sat. We sat there for a good long time. We took turns getting food and going to the bathroom. Amanda's friend Amanda showed up and then we decided to assign numbers for the line. Amanda and Amanda were 1 and 2, and our group was numbers 3 through 8. Guitar girl, or Mere, was behind us and she got a number, and another group of girls behind her got their numbers. Everything was all set. We were comfortable, warm thanks to Kim's hand warmers, and happy. We were in line for Hanson, a place we feel most at home. Yale students walked by and asked us what we were waiting for and we proudly stated, "HANSON!" We answered their questions about the band, gave intelligent questions to interviews, and laughed and smiled for candid pictures. We were celebrities.
Not too long into our wait, a homeless man walked towards us and we became slightly nervous. He was loud and rambunxious, but the Toad's Place staff seemed to like and trust him. We got to know him, and learned his name was Titanium Joe because of the insane amounts of metal in his body. He had fallen through Ozzy Osbourne's tour bus and broke every bone in his body, and lived to tell the tale. The King's paid him $20 to stay out all night and watch us and make sure no other homeless people tried to attack us or steal our things. He was very nice and promised to bring us pastries from Au Bon Pain later in the night. Joe ran after any one who even thought about coming near us. "DON'T YOU TOUCH THAT TENT! I'LL BREAK YOUR NECK!"
March 1, 2007 -- 8 PM and On
Punk Kids Galore
A bunch of scary punk kids began showing up for the Against Me show at Toad's. We heard about 40 different versions of MMMBop while they stood outside. A girl from Yale Daily News came to take our picture for the website and newpaper, and we talked to some guy about a secret interview Hanson was doing at Yale the next day. We didn't think anything of it -- He was a weird college guy promising us guest passes to the interview. Creepy.
It was approaching midnight and the Against Me show was almost over. We felt drops of rain and were anxious to move to the front of the venue so we could get comfortable for the night. Just as we were beginning to get organized and move the tent to the front of the building, it began to pour. It was just rain, it was a heavy downpour. Everything was soaked -- Our clothes, our blankets, our sleeping bags, everything. We couldn't figure out how to set up our tent so a random guy from the street had to help us. We climbed into our tent, miserable, wet and cold. Joe stopped by to drop off an unreasonable amount of pastries from Au Bon Pain, just as he promised, but nothing could have cheered us up from the rain. Nothing except Hanson, in the flesh, and we tried to stay happy because we knew it was coming.
March 2, 2007 -- 2:23 AM
"My name's Andrew, by the way."
We had finally fallen asleep, though not for long. We slept for less than 2 hours at a time, and would wake up, complain and moan about the three inches of water we were laying in, and then fall back asleep an hour later. Around 2:23 Michelle rolled over and complained that she had to pee, but what else is new? I pretended I was asleep because I didn't want to walk out in the rain that was still pouring. Kim didn't want to go either and she didn't know where the nearest bathroom was. Just as Kim unzipped the tent, two guys were walking past our tent.
"Hey, do you know where the nearest bathroom is?"
"Yeah, I do actually. It's just around the corner at Gormet Heaven."
"Alright, thanks."
"Actually, I'm from the Yale Daily News, is it alright if I interview you?"
At this point I was awake from my pretend slumber and began answering questions. He asked us about Hanson and the music and what it meant to us. He also asked us about their wives and families and all sorts of questions. We answered ridiculously well for 2:23 AM. He was astonished at our dedication and passion for Hanson. He, just like the rest of the New Haven communnity, was baffled that we would sleep in puddles of water and withstand the extreme weather all for Hanson. His last question was what would change my entire experience in New Haven, Connecticut, let alone my life.
"How important would it be for you guys to meet Hanson?"
Obviously, it was very important.
"I'm interviewing Hanson tomorrow at Yale before and after the Master's Tea they're hosting, what if I can get you guys in?"
Our lives stopped. Our worlds haulted and you could see our hearts jumping out of our throats and landing at the man's feet.
"Meet me at the corner at 2:30 tomorrow and I'll see what I can do. I'm Andrew, by the way."
We introduced ourselves, and said goodnight and promised to see him tomorrow at the corner. We forgot it was raining and fell asleep in pools of excitement. Why was I even here?
March 2, 2007 -- 7:00 AM
"If you help me, I'll help you."
We woke up from a stupefied sleep only to come to the realization that we were still in puddles of water and frozen solid. We didn't waste any time and called Michelle's dad to come get us and bring us to the dry, warm hotel. We left all of our stuff in the tent, not concerned with who might take it or our spot in line. It had been raining for almost 7 hours and we wanted out of the wetness. Back at the hotel we prettied ourselves and told Michelle's family about our early morning run in with the reporter from YDN. We all resolved to meet him at 2:30 and hope for the best.
We spent a couple of hours in the hotel room getting warm and preparing to go back to the wetness of York Street. Michelle's mom emptied the tent and bought us chairs and ponchos so we could stay dry. All we had to worry about was meeting Andrew at 2:30.
We sat down in our chairs and ponchos looking ridiculous but warm and dry. We were nervous for 2:30.
We walked towards the corner around 2, asking the Amanda's to watch our things in line. We met Joe at the corner and he seemed to know exactly where we were going. He told us if we paid for another night in the shelter, he would tell us which hotel Hanson was staying at. For a price of $8 we found out they were staying at the Duncan down the street and their tour bus was park there at that very moment. We thanked him and walked towards the hotel. We all stopped however, and had a strange feeling that we should turn back. We walked back to the corner to wait for Andrew. Just as we were returning, we saw a white van parking in front of Toad's and ran down to see Isaac, Taylor, and Zac along with Natalie and Kate and the kids.
Michelle walked back to the corner with Julie to wait for Andrew. Just as they were about to give up, he showed up.
"Sorry I'm late, I had to figure out a plan."
Kim, Michelle, Julie, and I stood patiently waiting on the corner, waiting for our cue.
To Be Continued
I'll finish tomorrow. It's late and I'm emotionally spent.
Stay tuned for the real good part of the weekend.