Monday, November 21, 2005
Night of the Band Geeks
Diana is a self-described band geek. She lives for marching band season. From the end of August until Thanksgiving Day there are football games, parades and competitions to march in.
Two weeks ago on Saturday night we went to Giants Stadium for THE big marching band competition of the year. A gazillion bands from all over the East Coast show up to strut their stuff to see who comes out on top. Diana plays trumpet, Dad is part of the pit crew, I am part of the mom crew that sews uniforms and feeds everyone.
Our band was scheduled to perform dead last at 12:20am. Yes indeed, 20 minutes AFTER midnight, or to quote the band director, "Oh my god o'clock." We only go as an exhibition band so we perform dead last while the night's results are tabulated in order to award the winners.
It was really something to see the other bands and how they work. So many of them are just dead serious, unsmiling, regimented, out for blood. Our four buses parked, then the equipment truck, then Mr. Lime and me with our pick-up loaded for the tailgating party and pulling the lawn tractor we use to haul the equipment on the field. The whole scene of us pulling in and unloading the grill, food and equipment sort of made me think of the Beverly Hillbillies arriving in southern California. The stunned looks of the serious minded competitors surrounding us were priceless. The band parents cooked up a storm and the 'neighbors' were wishing they had thought to tailgate the way our band had!
OMG o'clock arrived. Our rag-tag band marched on the field following a very serious and polished group of trenchcoat clad 'Matrix' imitators, complete with lookalike black wigs and sunglasses. Our kids proceeded to play their their hearts out and fill Giants Stadium with disco music, get the crowd on their feet dancing along to 'YMCA,' and have a helluva lot of fun doing it. I'll take that over the high pressure perfectionism any time!