The first day is complete. I’ve made it through, more or less, in one piece. I feel like I’ve come through a better person; I met new people, strengthened old friendships, and caught hugs through the chaos. I may not be following the diet for the trip yet, but I feel really great.
The bells really freak me out. I’m sorry, I’m in percussion and I should be able to play them without wincing. Rawr is what I have to say to that. Percussion with a band is quite intimidating; I fear mistakes. I know I really shouldn’t, but no one’s perfect.
“Come join us, pray!”
“I’m not Jewish.”
“No one’s perfect.”
Speaking of prayer, I got a wonderful holographic portrait of Jesus today from my buddy Lisa. I laugh at the comedy imposed by this. It’s now in my car, hanging from the glove box. Who wants to ride with me now?
Okay, so I really did get over playing bells and I’m back in all my glory. I love these easy songs that I’m able to read and play fine, or well enough comparatively. It takes just a few hours to get used to the sound and feel of the instrument. I miss my marimba. Speaking of my marimba, I miss Pit. I hung out all day with some people that remind me of Pit. Well, you might say, they should– they’re in Pit. Smoke you.
I went for a parent conversation lunch thing with my parents at Randy’s. It really is one of my favorite restaurants, though I’m not quite old enough to fit in yet. I was a bit worried about the company, but it turned out to be pleasurable enough. I love my parents.
I’m a bit upset about the whole T-Shirt thing. I have lots of thoughts on the whole attire actually, but I don’t think anyone wants to get into that with me. I’m in love with my jacket. Granted, I do have a thing for jackets, but I really like this one. I like looking at it, though I haven’t put it on yet. Arizona is much too hot for jackets, that burns. I still have to think of a good name for it.