There's something about a marching band, right? I know you agree with me which is why I'm certain that you won't find it weird the my family goes to this high school band competition every year. Some people find it weird, but you don't.
Chino High puts it on every November and it's a joy to sit outside on a lovely autumn day and watch high school kids play clarinets and such. I mean, they're just so awkward. And they're band kids, which is like another level of awkward. But also fun. There is no denying that band kids know how to have fun.
I was never a band kid. I was a drama kid, which is awkward + annoying. But they're all part of the same family of nerds. So I get it.
We sit right by the Rose Parade judges so that we can get the best view. The flag girls usually line up right in front of us so we have the opportunity to cheer them on and tell them that the sparkle in their hair looks amazing. This is also how we got our family motto - hands on hips, smiles on lips - when many years ago we overheard one of the coaches say this to the girls.
We saw a few band romances unfolding as groups would finish up and walk down the street to see the competition. There was a couple holding hands and then as soon as a group of their friends walked by the boy dropped the girls hand and stood away from her. Painful!
During intermission Lindsay and I strolled around campus. We both commented on how much smaller it seemed. It's not like I've grown since high school. I guess I've just seen bigger things. We pointed out where we took biology and English. The room where we both took German is gone. Every morning for the first year Herr Baker would say commands to us to see if we could figure them out. They are basically the only German I remember. Drehen sie um! Sitzen sie sich! Stehen sie auf!