"Julian?"
"Mm?"
"Tom said you wanted me?"
"What?"
"Like, you owe me money or something."
"Oh, that. Yeah. Here's ten. I only sold two tickets. To... my parents."
"Yeah, I think that's the case with everybody. I emailed that lady and asked her to postpone it again, but I don't think she's going to."
"Oh. This is gonna suck, isn't it?"
"Well... let's hope not."
Yesterday the jazz band left school in the morning to go on an all day tour of the middle schools. This meant that Dave was gone for Latin, and so I talked to Molly for the entire class.
"Sometimes, I think I want to play trombone," said Molly as we were standing outside for no apparant reason, "but then all three of us would play trombone, and that would just be wierd."
"Yeah. Do you realize how much Dave and I will be hanging out once I start playing trombone? We will hang out all the time. I mean, we already hang out all the time, but next year it's going to be like... jazz band, marching band, rock band, we're signed up for most of the same classes..."
"Yeah, you guys better not start dating, because that would be wicked awkward for me. I would feel ridiculously left out." She was half joking, but she did seem to be genuinely concerned.
I gave her a look. "Don't worry Molly."
There was a pause.
"I feel kind of bad for him," I said, "because I don't think he's one of those people who's happy single. It's not that he doesn't want a girlfriend. It's that he can't get one."
"Yeah... I kind of get that from him too."
"The last time I talked to his mom, she was trying to set you two up."
"Really? That's... uncomfortable and wierd. I've only met his mom twice."
"Yeah, well my mom's trying to set me up with Julian."
She made a face. "Yeah, Julian is... No."
I wonder why I said that to her. I'm pretty sure my mom stopped trying to set me up with Julian a while ago.
So I went to a concert yesterday. A couple of local bands, plus one that's relatively famous. (Only it went until one in the morning, so my mom made me leave early and I didn't get to see the relatively famous band.) I went with Amy in that we carpooled, but I pretty much lost her as soon as we got there and hung out with Dave for the entire concert. I mean, there were a bunch of other people there - Tom, Lydia, Alice, Natalie, Rob, Noah, and Simona, to name a few - and I talked to them (to the extent that you can talk to people at these things - Old Town Hall is a very small space, and people play very loud music) but I stood next to Dave for the entirety of the concert.
It was fun, I guess. Tom was stoned out of his mind and giving everyone hugs. Rob and Natalie were swing dancing at completely inappropriate times. At one point, Eric came upstairs from where he had been selling tickets and said, "Ok, I have a statistic, and it cracks me up. Ready? Not counting staff, we are currently double the fire limit in this building." It was way too hot, and this kid was dousing the crowd with water. I got a t-shirt. The music was good. But it was slightly awkward how I just stood next to Dave for the whole time, not dancing or anything, and not talking because you can't, really. Ah well. Still a good concert.
Today has been a wierd day. I woke up at eight o'clock this morning and called Lydia. We'd talked about rehearsing the flute quartet at the concert, and I was hoping to get out of it as quickly as possible so that the rest of the morning would be free. However, it turns out that there was really no way I could get out of it short of saying, "I don't want to," and I couldn't do that. So at eight thirty I was at Bonnie's house sightreading a piece of music that sounds like "The Rite of Spring," only written for four flutes. Seriously, it's the wierdest piece of music ever. There is no way we can play it at a rehabilitation center. The library, maybe. Starbucks, maybe. But somehow, I don't think old people would appeciate it. When we had given up on practicing, we talked about the inadequecies of Music in the Community and how we might be able to correct them.
Then I went to my cousin's baby shower. My... dear... God. That many women should never be in the same room at the same time ever. Also, I had to sit still for way too long, they made us play stupid games, and none of my O'Connor cousins like me. I was really glad when we left. I don't think I want a baby shower if I ever get pregnant.
As soon as I got home, Dave called, and we had band practice at his house. I told them about the baby shower.
"Like, what are those?"
"...Too many females gathered in one place talking about babies. They made me guess how long a piece of string should be to wrap around my cousin's waist, and I won, so they gave me a plant."
"Woah. That's wierd. So like, an estrogen fest?"
"Exactly."
Practice went pretty well, except for the fact that Julian seemed unusually depressed, and I was kind of freaked out by the fact that Dave and Elijah kep bringing the conversation back to pot. We're pretty well prepared, which is good, considering that the battle is this Friday. We're practicing tomorrow anyway. I hope we do well. And I hope the band doesn't die afterwards. I like being in a band.
I discovered this site. Go to media, videos. They are all pretty hillarious.
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