A little background: Dayce is my youngest sister. I mean this in the most loving way possible: she is the BIGGEST BAND NERD ON THE PLANET! She loves band. Period. She recently made 1st Assistance Drum Major. She plays piano and rocks the trombone. Yes, trombone- not clarinet or flute or even trumpet. Trom-freaking-bone. She has passed up many family events, outings, etc. in order to do BAND related things. I am not talking about a rock band. Not even a country band. I am talking about the high school MARCHING BAND. Oh, but there is more. She is in Jazz Band. She is in a Percussion group. She plays the piano constantly at home. Taps on and with anything she can get her hands on. And when all else fails, she will whistle. (Did i mention that I HATE whistling?) I am telling you, she IS THE band nerd of the century. What's more is she relishes in the title. Weirdo. Talented weirdo.
Keep that in mind as you read the email I got from my mom tonight:
" Well here is something..........lightening knocked the electricity out at the band concert. Dark and did I mention that Dayce was playing the electric PIANO........so she only got to play 3 songs.............she is absolutely devastated. WTF? Who cares? oh yeah Dayce..........Conversation as followed. .......
DD:It was the last concert of the year, boooo hooooooooooo
ME: I guess you dont want any supper.
DD: I am never eating again.
Me: quit acting like that we were there and heard you play the trombone which I like better......
DD:I DONT.I like the piano best. I am pissed.....boo hoo.......
ME: It is not like this is your last year last concert........
DD: I dont care. I probably wont even get to play on Sunday.
Me: YOu have another concert on Sunday?
DD: YES! I told you yesterday!
ME: Well sorry I did not remember....but we will be there whether lightening strikes again and knocks out the electric piano or not. You know Lightening never strikes in the same place twice.
I love it! Especially the boooo hoooo. For some reason that just cracked me up.
Thanks for the laugh, Grita... er, I mean Dayce.