It’s going to be a busy day. My son has a band competition this morning from 10:00 AM – 4:00 PM. The second, and not a second more, that it’s over we head to Washington D.C. for the TOOL concert. We got the tickets about four months ago and it’s been an incredibly long wait. The last time I saw them was on the Lateralus tour in 2002 and the reports are that the visuals are completely different – Pink Floyd-ish with lots of lasers.
Last night I went to the high school football game, mainly to watch my son play his saxophone. We now sit by the band and away from the 50-yard-line. Yes, away from the middle of the field, which is an unusual choice for most people. I’d much rather listen to the band, however, then sit where we used to sit and listen to the lady bang the cowbell outside of our ears for four quarters. Jesus Christ lady, give it a break! She has “Supermom” written all over her. You know the types: everything they do is done louder, brighter, and more public so everyone can see how great a parent they are. Going to the game last night, my wife and I actually heard her screaming “Go Andre!’ from outside(!) the stadium. Unbelievable.
It’s Friday, and even though I’m exhausted, tomorrow is the TOOL concert so I’m pretty pumped. Unfortunately, it makes being at work miserable; the clock barely moves forward.
Seeking solace in mysterious truths,
De Omnibus Dubitandum 