Today, after playing clue and the insane card game called Nertz, my friends, John, Briana, and Julia and I decided to go out to the park. John said he’d never been in the park at night; in the dark. John got so excited and wanted to go see the school (to which the park belongs) at night. He ran, waving his arms excitedly, in front of us toward the school. The girls of the party causally walked and started calling his name when we got closer. John appeared out of the dark, reporting that he felt like climbing something so he went and climbed the backstop.

Out of nowhere, the four of us started waltzing. Possibly reminded of our middle school days as we stood there in the familiar football field. John and I remembered quite a bit of it, surprisingly.

So, I’m just wanting to say, how I love the random things that my friends and I do. Who would ever think of Waltzing in the Dark? (in the park, no less)

It’s Julia’s birthday today! She’s celebrating by having a piñata party – filled with potato olés?? (?)

A piccalo is just a smaller version of a flute that plays louder and an octave higher

At a football game on Friday, the Marching Band played during the game. Me and my fellow piccalo and clarinet players do a little jump thing before we go out on the field. But this time things didn’t turn out so well. My piccalo was accidentally knocked out of hand, the mouth piece landing 7 feet away from me! I quickly picked it up to inspect the damage. All seemed well until I tried to put it back to together again… The mouth piece wouldn’t go in, it was bent. When we got it slightly in, it got stuck. I had to fake the rest of the game or I would have been horribly out of tune. The very sorry fellow piccalo player and I showed it to our director and he took it home to see if it could unbend it. I really hope so. Poor Piccalo…

Here is my post.