just got back from the sixth grade band concert at Vogel and was once again reminded of times in my past, yet overwhelmed with delight in my future.
for one thing, when you’re enjoying yourself, the agony of listening to a sixth grade band really isn’t that agonizing. for another, i think as much as it reveals a darker side of my past, i have to admit that this time around, i genuinely care for the sixth-grader whose concert i was attending.
i always love the opportunity to people-watch, and tonight was no exception. what is it though about being on this side of the freeway that makes the general population so ugly? i mean, seriously, i don’t consider myself a beauty queen (ask the boyfriend, he’ll tell you i am my own worst critic) but the ratio of fugly to human over there is way out of whack compared to over here. at least the average weekend at the mall seems to prove my point; the division is closer to the national average of 50/50.
anyway, back to the point at hand, i had a very nice time at the concert, and for a group of 10-12-year-olds, they did a fantastic job. and i just felt the need to reiterate the point that sometimes the best experiences are the simplest.
have to get back to the kitchen now, need to whip up some whipped cream from scratch (no kidding!!! really!!!!)
angels sound their trumpets and blow their horns