Dinner included one rather large, very tasty Saketini and one little carafe of Saki. Sounds innocent enough, right? Fast forward several hours and several vodka and tonics later to my sweet ass belting out "Sweet Caroline" at The Purple Parrot. I had the College-Freshman-Worthy hangover yesterday to prove how much fun I had closing the bar. No posting or commenting. I could hardly speak, let alone spell and, frankly, am not feeling that great today. I will not go into the post I wrote and almost posted at 2 a.m. Saturday night/Sunday morning revealing my new tried-and-true technique to persuade male McCain voters (of which there was exactly one in Rehoboth Beach, Delaware) to vote for O. by rubbing their
But for now, for your viewing pleasure, my daughter's kick-ass high school marching band. She is a squad leader on the drumline for this peripatetic, rock-star, student-lead band. They will be traveling to London to lead the New Year's Day parade this holiday season. They have played in parades in Rome, Ireland, London (six times), the Rose Bowl and other Bowl games and parades. It's been a very cool experience for the 260 or so members of the band (including band fronts). And since it's her senior year, Friday was their Homecoming game and last home game ever. I will very much miss this Friday night activity next year (as it clearly keeps me out of trouble).
Here's a short video clip focusing on the drumline doing its awesome thing.
I wanted to get in the twirlers with their batons on fire (fire at halftime is always a crowd pleaser) so you have to look to see the drummers tossing their sticks, etc.