The weekend that never ended (but in a bad way)
You know those times you wish whatever you were doing would just be over, but you also realize it was your fault in the first place to be doing this thing, like you're taking the SATs and you're like 'damn it, why did i even sign up for this crap, I really gotta pee' or you're making out with this girl, some Barry White playing in the background, and you think to yourself, 'um, she smells a whole lot like cabbage and diapers.' But see, it's your fault for signing up for that test or mistaking a nursing home for a singles bar. That's what my weekend was like. It was a 4 day, 7 am to 9 pm trip to music hell, my only friends being Dusty and Gloria (my camera). So here's the scoop.
So, here's a lot of people that play the trombone, I'm better than all of them, hahaha.
Oh, if i weren't already married...
I thought this was a cool action pic of the salsa band, it's blurry thanks to Dusty's awesome camera work
There's more, but i really don't find any of it interesting. No, the only interesting part was Sunday morning. So, Dusty and I had woken up around 6:30, and we were excited about starting our fourth day at the school of music, in fact, i don't think we stopped yelling profanity for a good hour or so. We had 45 minutes of free time between rehearsals, and all we wanted was some friggin' breakfast, but instead my back left tire exploded and I skid my way into the parking lot of this tiny BBQ restaurant. Dusty and I immediately went into auto mechanic mode, where I searched frantically for for my jack in the mess of computer parts, old papers, and clothes that I call my trunk, and Dusty started running down the highway toward the nearest Mcdonalds, but i think he was less interested in getting help than in getting a sausage biscuit. This whole time it's pouring down freezing rain, you know, where the weather is so evil that it's like, 35 degrees, not quite snow, so it still soaks into you, but it's cold enough that you want to cry like a little girl. Yeah, good times. So as I'm unscrewing the nuts off of my wheels, (yes, this sounded funny even at the time) and Dusty is improvising w/ the jack i found under an old sweatshirt, I happened to glance up at the BBQ place, where I noticed a large group of people huddled in a circle, and I started walking over there to ask if anyone had a jack that actually worked. It was about this time that an ambulence swerved around my, lights flashing, and some EMTs jumped out w/ their kits, ran inside the restaurant, and pulled out this guy who had apparently just had a heart attack. I decided it wasn't a very good time to bring up car trouble, so I went back to the car where Dusty had miraculously gotten the back raised, we put on the crappy spare, and drove off. We were late to practice, but we got our damn biscuits, because, after all that, we deserved it. In fact, i'm gonna send this in to McDonalds, and I wouldn't be surprised if they made it into a commercial for their breakfast promotions. Instead of "I'm loving it" or whatever the new slogan will go something like "Life sucks, have an Egg McMuffin." The picture switches over to an aerial view of the Swiss Alps, pan to an airplane in flames about to crash into a cliff, then a slow zoom in on a small, crippled boy at the window of row 24, holding up one of those new McGriddles, and fade to black. Some Barry White's playing in the background
So, here's a lot of people that play the trombone, I'm better than all of them, hahaha.
Oh, if i weren't already married...
I thought this was a cool action pic of the salsa band, it's blurry thanks to Dusty's awesome camera work
There's more, but i really don't find any of it interesting. No, the only interesting part was Sunday morning. So, Dusty and I had woken up around 6:30, and we were excited about starting our fourth day at the school of music, in fact, i don't think we stopped yelling profanity for a good hour or so. We had 45 minutes of free time between rehearsals, and all we wanted was some friggin' breakfast, but instead my back left tire exploded and I skid my way into the parking lot of this tiny BBQ restaurant. Dusty and I immediately went into auto mechanic mode, where I searched frantically for for my jack in the mess of computer parts, old papers, and clothes that I call my trunk, and Dusty started running down the highway toward the nearest Mcdonalds, but i think he was less interested in getting help than in getting a sausage biscuit. This whole time it's pouring down freezing rain, you know, where the weather is so evil that it's like, 35 degrees, not quite snow, so it still soaks into you, but it's cold enough that you want to cry like a little girl. Yeah, good times. So as I'm unscrewing the nuts off of my wheels, (yes, this sounded funny even at the time) and Dusty is improvising w/ the jack i found under an old sweatshirt, I happened to glance up at the BBQ place, where I noticed a large group of people huddled in a circle, and I started walking over there to ask if anyone had a jack that actually worked. It was about this time that an ambulence swerved around my, lights flashing, and some EMTs jumped out w/ their kits, ran inside the restaurant, and pulled out this guy who had apparently just had a heart attack. I decided it wasn't a very good time to bring up car trouble, so I went back to the car where Dusty had miraculously gotten the back raised, we put on the crappy spare, and drove off. We were late to practice, but we got our damn biscuits, because, after all that, we deserved it. In fact, i'm gonna send this in to McDonalds, and I wouldn't be surprised if they made it into a commercial for their breakfast promotions. Instead of "I'm loving it" or whatever the new slogan will go something like "Life sucks, have an Egg McMuffin." The picture switches over to an aerial view of the Swiss Alps, pan to an airplane in flames about to crash into a cliff, then a slow zoom in on a small, crippled boy at the window of row 24, holding up one of those new McGriddles, and fade to black. Some Barry White's playing in the background