...as her back was turned, we started throwing grass at her while she directed. To our demise, she turned around for some unknown reason. Just before she noticed our jeering, I started throwing grass straight up into the air like confetti. "Yay!" I nervously yelled, with a fake ass smile."Oh thank you! Thank you!" she said as the ENTIRE choir was laughing behind her. The three of us had to bite our hands to avoid bursting at the seams. We laughed so hard that we had to voluntarily vacate the area. We ran to the side of the building and collapsed in insane, lung crushing laughter. After catching our breath, we held our composure and sat in our original places, fighting the giggles.

Before the actual concert, we made a boba run for the kiddies that we knew. It seemed to calm a few nerves. I'm telling you...there's something about that boba.

During the concert, there was a massive grass genocide. Everytime there was a soloist that we knew, we all felt compelled to use the grass as confetti. The crowd just loved our antics.

Friend: "Hey Mark! Where are you guys sitting?"
Me: "You see that bald spot over there?"

There was a magic show after the concert and the mini production of The Wizard of Oz. It was nice to sit under the stars with old friends. We all welded together trying to share one blanket on the grass. Just sitting there felt really good. I think I needed that time to spend with some friends. I felt so free for a change. All of us laughing and analyzing all of the tricks...you can't compete with the simple things in life. Now that's some low budget fun.

Okay...now about today/yesteraday (7/23):
Some idiot decided to trim a palm tree right next to the parking lot of Capri. I had parked there because The driveway was baracaded by severed the branches of the tree. The dumbass didn't think that he may very possibly hit my car. I actually had to drive onto the sidewalk and down the bike ramp. I even had on-lookers gawking at my skillful driving, but I guess it's better to be an on-looker than roadkill. What the fuck was this guy thinking? Who hired this moron?

At work Dan, a coworker, said something that I think that I needed to hear. He said that I was a "good kid." At work, I often the butt of jokes because of the fact that I don't "socialize the way they do" and that I'm a "bible banger." He said that he admires me and what I do. I always say that he's my "hero," but he responded that I was his. Interestingly enough, he's the one of the few people on the team who praise my life outside of work. Thanks Dan. Although my endorphin levels may have been low today, I appreciated your kind words. I needed them.

I guess that's my day in a nutshell...a very large nutshell.

I hope I get the links to look the way I want them...Until then, I'll be getting my CELEBRITY CD. Yeah. Yeah. I'm a teeny bopper at heart. So screw me...