One Leg at a Time

6PM: Go time. I go to look for my various "necessities" including but not limited to: white band pants, white band shoes, white, pure, quintessential Dylan "misconception" moment. So... pants, check. They're in good condition, considering I haven't worn them in a year or two. Good, good...

Then, the shoes. A flash: Dear Sweet Mother of Pearl, I don't know where they are! Whew, they're right where I would be if I was a pair of Dylan's unused shoes... Drat. It now occurs to me that in the two years since I'd last used them, they hadn't been washed. So not only were they dirty from the last time I marched, but they had also collected dust. I rush to the kitchen and start scrubbing. I scrub, I rinse, I scrub, I glance at the clock, 6:11, I scrub the next shoe, I rinse, I scrub more, scrub, rinse, 6:19, mother comes home, scrub a bit, time to...WHAH!? 6:19! I'm supposed to be in band in ten minutes! But it takes 15minutes to get to school... Time for overdrive.

Well, overdrive wasn't as successful as desired. I started on the road and gradually undressed (while driving). I still had on jeans and tennis shoes, so the shoes came off first. It's a complex process because one foot has to be on the brakes at all times. So one shoe off. I drive. Next shoe. Drive some. (Did you know there's a cushionish like thing on the brake pedal? Strange...). Now the hard part, the pants. Drive some. Stop, pull half a leg off. I get them all off, get one leg of my whites on, then I have to go. My underwear is visible from the right angle, how...uh...flattering. I drive into the parking lot, still half a pair of pants on and.... Oh. Joy. Rapture. Bliss. Guess who's in front of me? The Bearden Band Bus. I hunker down, hoping they don't notice something's awry. I make it into the parking lot, plop my pants on... Oh, yes, I forgot my belt too. I was able to call my mother though, hopefully she'll make it in time or my pants will fall down in a move reminiscent of Powell so many years ago. I make it into the band room, 3 or so minutes late. Hoorah. 0/100 for Dylan for the day! Ah well, I made it didn't I?

Otherwise, not too shabby. Not much time left, tryouts tomorrow, more later. Ta-ta!