I'm about to leave the house to go pick up Kaylee from school, at 11:15 p.m., after she was there by 7:45 a.m., for a band competition in Fishers, Indiana (by Indianapolis).
Steve dropped her off then went out to Indian Hills for breakfast. I'd stayed up late so was too tired to get up then, but I made it out to Indian Hills around 10 a.m., and we got our Indian Hills t-shirts and had some breakfast and hung out for a bit. The crowds were uncharacteristically light, but they may have picked up over lunch...we wouldn't know as we had to leave.
For awhile we were out at Kokomo, and Steve and Nathan worked on getting the 172 back together so that we can do some test flying on it tomorrow.
Then it was time to go down to Fishers to watch Kaylee's competition. When we first got there, it was obvious that this was a large and wealthy school. They even had giant-sized photo posters of every football player, cheerleader, coach, etc. up in a row by their bleachers. It cost us $14 to get in to watch, but that was okay. There was a lot of parking and a LOT of cars there--this was a pretty big thing. Kaylee's school is Class D, the lowest or smallest class in marching band, and the D groups went first. Hers was the second band to perform. They have 52 kids in the whole band, which sounds like a lot until you see the next school getting ready to go on and they have over 100 kids, and they're not even up into the Class A schools yet. We were feeling a little weird about it, thinking...sure, big rich schools invite little places to wipe the floor with them...but when it was the band's turn, they represented well. The props were nice, the kids looked good, they played much better than they did at the Friday night football game, and most of them marched very crisply and well while they played. Kaylee did. The flag folks could have used a little more synchronization, but all in all they did a really nice job of it, and Steve and I were pleased. It wasn't embarrassing, which sounds bad, but was what we were afraid it would be there. It wasn't...they did a nice job. So we hunt down Kaylee afterwards, and she didn't know we would be there, and we were excited to see her, but when she came out, she had this awful look on her face and she was flushed red. I asked what was wrong, and she said she lost her place and was wandering around in the middle of the field at the end there. Now I admit I lost sight of her once or twice, but we didn't see anything obvious like that, so tried to make her feel better, but she was just furious and sad at herself for messing up. It's her first competition, and what we saw really did look good. You know if it didn't I'd say so--like the other night when I said I was glad they're good at academics. :) So when I go pick her up tonight I'll find out how they did in Class D and hope she's feeling a little more cheerful, and enjoyed herself a little more after it was over. That's a lot of work for one quick performance.
When Steve and I got back, we went back to Indian Hills, but it was deserted, so we went out to eat at A. Michael's, a nice restaurant in town. After an appetizer, drink, surf and turf, and dessert, I'm still stuffed and he's still not recovered either. Too much. It cost a lot and we're still feeling it hours later, but boy it was good at the time.
Okay, time to go get the kid. Hopefully a cheerful one. :)
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