It's band season again.
Portland's One More Time Around Again Marching Band. So now I've given my anonymity away away, within 500 people.
That's right, 500 people. It's awesome. And it's loud.
We practice in a middle school cafeteria. There are drums. Drums! Lots of them! My whole body vibrates, my ears ring, and I can't stop grinning. And a whole line of tubas. Clarinets, saxes, flutes, trumpets, trombones. A bunch of aging band geeks. Playing Sousa and 70's pop tunes and big band and jazz. And Louie Louie.
We have a flag squad. They don their short skirts and their knee braces, wrinkles and all, and they wave their flags and dance down the street. We have a baton team and a dance team. I love them to pieces. It's the silliest, most ridiculous thing I've done as an adult. I marched down the street last year, in front of thousands of people, both playing and singing Louie Louie. Really. Me. Middle-aged suburban mom, with kids in middle school. Singing Louie Louie. In public. With 500 friends.
Making more noise than should be legal.
God this is fun.
I wish it lasted all year.