| Where do I begin? where can I begin? So it was a Friday. But on this particular Friday it just so happened to be a 13th as well. But, go figure, I didn't even realize this until Dad told me like 2 seconds ago. So we do the Sabre team for JROTC. We were at East high getting ready to go to Northwest for the homecoming game. As we left, however we became hopelessly separated from Sgt. Floyd as I refused to speed and missed Tawney as well because of a wreck. NEWAY. We ended up going from K-96 ish north all the way home because were running low on gas and I was bailing, as I often do. Nice. So We just went from the central easter side of town to the north end all the way to Haysville to get gas. REALLY SMOOTH >>> I blame Nathan.  . . . and from there went to the game. It was a really interesting ride though. Lots of screaming and yelling and overally chaos confined within such a small space that my ears are still ringing. The sabre team went fine, actually without a hitch, once we arrived with 5 minutes to spare - after leaving with an hour to spare - and looked spiffy, if I might say so. Afterward, however, Austin's hand was cramped royally in a vice grip around his sabre. Honestly I have no idea how he can hold his bearing in that much pain. But while everyone was tending to him, we all happened to overlook Maurice, who most gladly joined the hand cramping gang earlier this year. Yep, ROTC diseases are officially contagious, though I guess in this case it really doesn't matter whether you chose the hot girl or the ugly one, cause let's face it, you're screwed either way, and we all know that Blondie would never cut it off. So Maurice had the same issue, but Nathan, in his sometimes outrageous assishness pulled the sabre out of his hand. That just left the glove and one completely stubborn hand. Nathan did of course get the glove off later, before Maurice could try to relax his hand with hot water. Again painfully for Maurice. So we (Maurice and I) went to find some way to fix the situation, which ended up with his hand stuck under the heater and both of us sweating our asses off. When we got back the game was practically over, which we won, ironically enough. But Nathan wasn't quite ready to leave - he was M's ride home . . . So Maurice and I went to sit in the car and wait. Go figure. Soon as we got there the game ended. Aaannnddd a thousand crossed messages later, Nathan walked to where we were, which was of course in the boonies, to tell us to get our butts over to the gate, which we'd offered to do to begin with. Dumbasses. You heard me Dumbasses. and you deserve it too. Of course as soon as Nathan got into the car, he and Maurice started arguing like a married couple, which I might add was extremely entertaining. And at least Maurice was man enough to admit that it would be amazing, though what I chose not to disclose at this time, while Nathan couldn't seem to handle it. It was great though. Completely difused the situation, fortunately. I must say though, I have cussed more in this night than probably in my entire life, internalized rants included, thanks to one wonderful blond german boy and the loudest damn mexican you've ever heard. He'll probably take offense to that though, which will make for an interesting day on Monday, as if it woudn't be anyway. I'm never going to live this one down. Honestly, I'm not sure I'd want to. This was truly one of the best football games I've been to. Even if I was only there for a few minutes. I couldn't have had nearly that much fun if I'd actually made it to the game on time. At least I made it though. That could have been fun if I hadn't. That could have been really fun. |
