Yesterday I stood outside the First Church of the Nazarene at 3:30 in the morning with my choir friends - no, hopped is more like it - it was 35 degrees. Then we loaded up and were off for Dallas, myself quite exultant at returning to Texas, for the Big D Classic Music Festival. In one word, competition. My mother offered one word of warning: don't do anything stupid.
We encountered several exasperating difficulties and managed to arrive just in time to...well, it seemed to be a succession of disjointed frames thus ordered:
grab garment bag from bus
discover it's not yours
pick up a random one lying on floor
discover it is yours
rip clothes off body
leap into purple satin dress
trip on skirt and fall on floor
run madly to auditorium
walk in a state of false serenity onto stage
open mouth
sounds issue from mouth
applause
discover it's not yours
pick up a random one lying on floor
discover it is yours
rip clothes off body
leap into purple satin dress
trip on skirt and fall on floor
run madly to auditorium
walk in a state of false serenity onto stage
open mouth
sounds issue from mouth
applause
Then it's all over. We returned to the bathrooms and laughed hysterically because it looked like a tornado had come through. It took me almost ten minutes to find my other tennis shoe among the rabble. :-) We headed off for a peaceful lunch at CiCi's and then to SIX FLAGS!!!! - the real reason we went on the trip. :-)
My amoeba of 8 headed directly for the Titan as all smart amoebas do, though this wasn't a very smart amoeba because we walked right past it before some person *cough* me redirected us. :-)
Thus began seven and a half hours of wonderfulness. Simply enjoying time with friends, sporadic adrenaline rushes as we plummeted over 100 foot drops and mind jiggling corkscrews, along with the very necessary frozen lemonade. Yes I know it's 45 degrees with high winds. No, I do not care. Hey, Alex had a cup of Ben and Jerry's - same thing, right?
Favorite ride? Like I can choose. I really liked the Flashback, though. You know it starts by being dragged up the track backwards - definitely the scariest part. I looked over at Andrew, who was sitting next to me, and we let out a huge scream in unison just before we were released. Then we screamed even louder and were joined by the screams of our comrades around us -- "Oklahooooooooomaaaaaaaa!" and "God save the queeeeeeeeen!" Yes, Andrew, we'll say the tears in your eyes at the end were from the frigid air.
In fact I did a lot of screaming that day. This might be partly the reason I have absolutely no voice at the moment - can I use the argument that I didn't know screaming so long and loudly could make you hoarse? No? :-I Also possibly contributing to my state of hoarseness is the fact that we sang most of the day as choir geeks occasionally do. How could we help it? We somehow managed to get 2 tenors, 2 basses, 2 sopranos, and 2 altos in the amoeba. It was perfect!!!!! And honestly, can you think of a better way to while away the hours on the bus and waiting in lines for roller coasters? You also get the entertainment factor in seeing the reactions of people around you. :-)
So, reluctantly we climbed back on the bus and headed for home, somewhat disappointed at seeing first place go to Taylor High School, though consoled at having received a Division 1 Superior (high ratings), and altogether having had an fantastically exciting day.
After way too few hours of sleep, I rose again on this beautiful Sunday morning, incidentally Confirmation Sunday. I was able to utter my vows in a cracked whisper, and oh - did I mention? Losing your voice falls into mother's category of a stupid thing to do. Ooops. On the bright side, I have just about a week for my voice to heal and then we have our Spring Concert which I absolutely cannot wait for. :-D
Exodus 15:26
"I am the Lord who heals you."
I'll be keeping that in mind this week....
Hope you all are well and prosperous and that you have a wonderful week. :-D
My amoeba of 8 headed directly for the Titan as all smart amoebas do, though this wasn't a very smart amoeba because we walked right past it before some person *cough* me redirected us. :-)
Thus began seven and a half hours of wonderfulness. Simply enjoying time with friends, sporadic adrenaline rushes as we plummeted over 100 foot drops and mind jiggling corkscrews, along with the very necessary frozen lemonade. Yes I know it's 45 degrees with high winds. No, I do not care. Hey, Alex had a cup of Ben and Jerry's - same thing, right?
Favorite ride? Like I can choose. I really liked the Flashback, though. You know it starts by being dragged up the track backwards - definitely the scariest part. I looked over at Andrew, who was sitting next to me, and we let out a huge scream in unison just before we were released. Then we screamed even louder and were joined by the screams of our comrades around us -- "Oklahooooooooomaaaaaaaa!" and "God save the queeeeeeeeen!" Yes, Andrew, we'll say the tears in your eyes at the end were from the frigid air.
In fact I did a lot of screaming that day. This might be partly the reason I have absolutely no voice at the moment - can I use the argument that I didn't know screaming so long and loudly could make you hoarse? No? :-I Also possibly contributing to my state of hoarseness is the fact that we sang most of the day as choir geeks occasionally do. How could we help it? We somehow managed to get 2 tenors, 2 basses, 2 sopranos, and 2 altos in the amoeba. It was perfect!!!!! And honestly, can you think of a better way to while away the hours on the bus and waiting in lines for roller coasters? You also get the entertainment factor in seeing the reactions of people around you. :-)
So, reluctantly we climbed back on the bus and headed for home, somewhat disappointed at seeing first place go to Taylor High School, though consoled at having received a Division 1 Superior (high ratings), and altogether having had an fantastically exciting day.
After way too few hours of sleep, I rose again on this beautiful Sunday morning, incidentally Confirmation Sunday. I was able to utter my vows in a cracked whisper, and oh - did I mention? Losing your voice falls into mother's category of a stupid thing to do. Ooops. On the bright side, I have just about a week for my voice to heal and then we have our Spring Concert which I absolutely cannot wait for. :-D
Exodus 15:26
"I am the Lord who heals you."
I'll be keeping that in mind this week....
Hope you all are well and prosperous and that you have a wonderful week. :-D
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1 comment:
Just so you know, "Don't do anything stupid." is four words of warning, well, five if you get real technical and split up the "don't". ;D.
Hope to hear from you soon.
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