|Day 19 of 31 at TWT!|
10:30ish a.m.: After navigating our way around a sea of green hats, green shirts, and green costumes awaiting the St. Patrick's Day parade (thanks to the GPS!), we arrive at the arena and its parking garage. While the rest of us rummage in the trunk, Daddy emerges from the car in his "net hat" (It's like a headband with an upside-down basketball net that covers his head, with "Ohio State" on the headband part!), which he's kept hidden in some pocket all morning. (He loves goofy surprises.) "You told me you lost that!" my mom screeches indignantly. "I spent half an hour last night and then again this morning digging through all the closets for it!" "Oh come on, you should've known better than to believe him!" I admonish her. Daddy just guffaws.
Still laughing, we walk out of the parking garage. "We'll have to see if we can find the restaurant where the Buckeye Bash is," Daddy smirks, waiting for us to realize it's right across the street! Husband and I go in to get a table while my parents head off to the arena's will-call to pick up the tickets.
"Are you here part of the event?" the bouncer asks, noticing our instruments. "Umm, are we going to card the band members?" he mutters to a waitress. Oh no, I didn't bring my I.D... Since I never drink alcohol, it never occurs to me that some bars want to check I.D. upon entry. Well, here goes nothing... "I don't have an I.D." I tell him. "Oh, are you not 21 yet?" he sputters, with an apologetic smile. "I'm 27! I just don't have an I.D. with me," I reply. He grins like he's not quite sure he believes me and let us through.
11:15 a.m. "The band bus just pulled up outside!" my mom tells Husband and me. We jump up from the table and run out to the street to warm up with the band. Assistant Director hugs us, to laughs and smiles from the band members we still know. Once we've provided entertainment for everyone in the street (otherwise known as "warming up"), we squeeze into the tiny bar and thread our way upstairs. Our music thunders through the bar, hyping up the Buckeye fans and astonishing all the locals who were just out to eat for St. Patrick's Day!
|Ready to play, to the delight of fans and the amusement of the locals!|
|Check off another arena on my list!|
5:00ish p.m.: In need of some dinner after screaming our heads off, all eight of us head back to the tiny bar from earlier, hoping that many people won't know about it. We're right: they have a big table open that seems to be waiting just for us! As we walk in, the bouncer remembers us. He quips, "I know, you're 27!" and grins at me. He compliments Daddy on the net hat. Dinner is delicious and full of fun stories and boisterous laughter.
|A yummy end to the day!!!|
10:30 p.m.: Our green porchlights are shining into the darkness once more as my parents drop us off, 16 hours after we left home!