Yesterday I spent six hours in Hattie and Sarah's garage working at the bottle drive. Basically, people turn in their recycling, and we sort it for them and put everything into special containers, and then the recycling center pays us for what we turn in. We made about eleven hundred dollars. It's five cents per bottle or can, so multiply that by twenty and you get... A whole fucking lot of bottles and cans.
Actually, it was moderately fun. It was one of those band bonding things - you know, "It was horrible, but we were all doing it together, so... good times at the bottle drive." I worked on glass bottles for the whole time with Dave. Do you know how many brands of beer there are? WAY MORE THAN IS NESSESCARY. Like, seriously. I have no idea how all those tiny beer companies stay in buissness. And we had to check and make sure they were redeemable, and they all had the little state symbol in a different place. Some of the winners in the overall wierdness category: - Dead guy ale - Smuttynose beer ("make it Smutty") - Imported Chinese beer - Imported Czeckoslovakian beer (notice: Czeckoslovakia is no longer a country.) - Hebrew brew ("the chosen beer") - Monty Python's Holy Grail Ale.
Yeah. There were like, 2500 glass bottles by the time we were done, and Dave and I basically did all of them - made sure that they were all redeemable, and put them all in boxes of exactly 24 bottles, making sure that the tall bottles were on the outside so that we could stack them without the boxes falling over. Amongst the bottles, we found several moldy lemons, a tick, and a mousetrap with a dead mouse still inside. Good times at the bottle drive.
After all the plastic bags were filled and sitting in the Taylors' driveway, we loaded them all into Mr. Taylor's truck. (He runs his own contracting buisness, and is therefor the official driver-arounder of band crap.) Somewhere along the way, Eric and I started smacking each other with the bags of empty two liter bottles. This escalated into an every-man-for-himself bottle-bag fight between Eric, Dave, Greg, Ani and me. I got soaked, since it was raining pretty hard. (It rains at band-related events almost without fail.) Then I hung out with Eric for a while before my mom decided we could leave, and that was cool.
Adam never showed up, probably because he was working on the school play. His mom was basically running the thing though, and she made a point of greeting me and asking me how I was. I said, "Hi. Good."
I pretty much collapsed for four hours after we got home. Then Molly called and said, "Hey - We're still going to that thing, right?" I said, "Oh. Yeah. I forgot."
So we went to the school play. It was an extremely clichÈd British murder mystery, (The detective did it, it took place in a hotel, someone cut the phone wire, one character was a disguised cop, etc.) but it was pretty well done. I came in late, but once I met up with Molly, we ended up sitting directly behind Adam's parents. Once again, Adam's mother gave me a friendly smile and a kind of slap on the knee. I gave her what was deliberately a weak smile. I don't think she quite gets it. I suppose she seemed to think I was the best thing ever while we were going out, so I don't know why that would change. It also doesn't help that she and my mom know and like each other pretty well. But still - I doubt that she would act the same way towards me if she knew how I really felt about her son. It's wierd - I've heard her talk about what a nice girl Ivy is too. And she broke Adam's heart and badmouths him all the time. (This besides the fact that, in general, Ivy is not a nice girl.) It was wierd.
What was even wierder was the fact that during the performance, Adam's dad put his hand on her theigh. Maybe this would have wierded me out less if Adam's dad did not look so much like Adam. But as it is, he looks a lot like Adam and has most of his mannerisms, and Adam is the only person who has ever done that to me, and it was extremely wierd.
At the end of the show, the cast called up a lot of people who had helped put the performance on. Mrs. Larsen was one of them. She did props or something. When they called her name, she stood up and walked onto the stage. I saw Molly's face change a little as she realized who we had been sitting behind, and who had greeted me so enthusiastically. I hung out with Molly and her sister a little at the end, (she didn't say anything about it) and then my mom picked me up.
Today's mothers' day. I pretty much completely forgot about it, so my dad ended up giving me polka dotted file folders that he thought my mom would like for some reason. I should really care about stuff like this more.
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