POTR

Well, here's a picture of Roger playing Baritone with the Pride of the Rockies Marching Band Alumni at homecoming this year.

He had a great time! Yay! I met some new friends, but the rest of the weekend wasn't as great for me. Part of this is because I'm a Pride Alum, but its even harder to get up and twirl flag without much practice than it is to play. If you play an instrument, you can fake it in a band with such tremendous power as the Pride. If you twirl a flag, you pretty much are a give away that you don't know the routine.

I hadn't really expected to be involved as I figured I'd be watching my kids during the game. But this weekend, Roger's folks offered to drive up and meet us, and then take the kids. Such a blessing! I'm not sure how I would have managed the game with them there, but since the game was so horrible, it made it a long day for me.

My favorite line from the trip "You can call me Al at the quarter break" OK, so it should be "You can call me Al at the quarter break", but I really wanted to just walk up to him and say, "I didn't know your name was Al!" Funny how I still think of Chevy Chase when I hear that song.

I was frustrated by the lack of organization for the Alumni band for the weekend until I realized that this was former band alum just getting a bit of help from the Alumni association instead of the other way around. We need more details next year. Maybe Roger and I will help organize it.

We were blessed to stay with Roger's sister and her family in Ft. Fun, so we didn't have too bad of a drive. The kids enjoyed the part of the parade that we saw...

Anyway, I realized that I've romanticized college life a lot. As I stood in line for the portapotties with a bunch of drunk college students and had my hair messed up by one guy while being egged on to see if I could "win" by being in and out of the potty the fastest, I realized that I'm GLAD I'm not in college anymore. REALLY glad!