I had a startling revelation moments ago. I never wrote about seeing The Band of the Irish Guards and the Pipes, Drums and Highland Dancers of the Argyll and Sutherland Highlanders 5th Battalion the Royal Regiment of Scotland (yes, it's a mouthful) perform nearby. It was amazing! It makes me want to try sword dancing. Danger and exercise: the best combination imaginable.
My only complaint was you couldn't always see the faces of the Irish Guards because, like the iconic guards at Buckingham Palace, they wore cylindrical, tall, fur hats.
My mom and I had pretty good seats, almost dead center, --though far enough back to not have to crane our necks-- in the orchestra. I'm glad I went; I had a good time.
My plans with Nikki to hit the beach today were canceled. This whole 'ruined plans' deal is not new for us, and thus I'm only mildly disappointed. The next person who updates their Facebook status with something to the effect of "going to beach AGAIN. I'm so tan. Blah, blah, blah," I may just want to punch. It's that frustrating.
I'm going to try to enjoy the day and a half I have left of spring break.