Well, band season is officially over. Thursday was the last football game, and Sunday was the banquet. The banquet was, as always, a lot of fun. We dressed up, made fun of each other, played the awkward game, gave each other joke awards, listened to my mother and Eric's mother give speeches about power and beaurocracy, and conducted a sixty-person yankee swap. Because of Big Yellow Taxi, the theme for the yankee swap was "a big yellow something." Not everybody went with it, but it still got pretty interesting. Some memorable items:
A DVD player, brought by Rob. ("Hey Aidan, guess what my present is? I'll give you a hint: It plays DVDs, and it's not a toaster.")
A package of wife beaters, a package of ramen noodles, and a one dollar gift card to Walmart, brought by Brett. ("Whoever gets it should totally give it to Greg," he went around telling everyone beforehand.)
A traffic cone, wrapped very conspicuously in newspaper, brought by Cassandra. ("Cassandra... Where did you get that traffic cone?" "I bought it!" "Where?" Pause "Uhhh...")
Not one, but two screaming rubber chickens
Anyway, I ended up with the present Dave brought: big yellow boxers and three pounds of Mr. Goodbar. I have already eaten three quarters of a pound of the chocolate, and I am totally buying more boxers, because they are now the most comfortable pajamas I own.
Because Alicia was at home for Thanksgiving and couldn't come to the banquet, she made us go through all our awards at lunch.
"I got, 'Most likely to commit pergury in a band election,'" I said.
"I got, 'Most likely to compensate for the relatively small size of her low brass instrument with the size of her van.'" said Molly.
"I got some stupid award about the time my slide fell off," said Dave. "But Joe got, 'Bigger, stronger, faster: Dave 2.0.'"
There was a pause.
"I got, 'Least likely to join marching band next year,'" said Julian. Everyone immediately yelled things at him, and he laughed.
Yeah, things are not going so well Julian-wise. Or rather, they still aren't going so well. Or rather, I am in one of those periodic phases where I fully realize that they aren't going so well. The other day we were with Dave and started discussing the awkward game. After recalling particularly memorable games, (Alice vs. Noah, Tom vs. Noah, the game between me and Molly where Dave won, etc.) there was a pause and Julian said, "Yeah... I'm not really the kind of person... who plays the awkward game." And I think he was saying a little more at least than what Dave picked up.
I don't know why I'm talking about things "going well" or "not going well" anyway. It's not like I have an actual goal here. Or at least not a realistic goal. Or at least... I don't know.
Basically, although it is nice that I have found another cold, logical, awkward person who doesn't like to be touched, that is not exactly the kind of thing that you want to have in common with someone you're romantically interested in. Yes. So this whole thing is screwed up. It's completely counterintuitive. I think I'm like... an evolution fart.
Sigh. Anyway, jazz band started yesterday. We hung out, talked about what we're going to do, and got music. I am trombone three. I'm assuming that Valerie only got second because she's a senior. Or... I hope so. I mean, obviously Dave deserves first, but I thought I'd at least get second. "Third trombone" is not a good... thing to be.
Oh well. Jazz band is still going to be awesome. Even the sucky one. Apparantly the guy who runs it, although he is not Mr. Casto, is an awesome person and has played with Tower of Power and Dizzy Gillespie. Um, yeah.
Oh, and drummers are annoying.
So... Doing homework. Yes.
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