Dancing with blue glow sticks

My brother had his birthday party at Laser Quest today. It was very nearly the biggest disaster in the history of my family’s birthday parties. Far worse than that time we didn’t know we had to fill the piñata ourselves. It did work out in the end, but it will doubtless be a story my mother tells at the thanksgiving dinner table.

The day started out well. Mom and I went to Vincent-d’Indy to look for exam pieces, and I found four. They are extremely depressingly difficult, and I’m really freaked out that with piano, clarinet, français, advanced math, leadership, photography, and eventually skiing/snowboarding etc…I’m going to have a very much too-full year. But I’m going to learn the Minuet from Ravel’s Tombeau de whoosits, and it’s way too pretty for me to give up on it. I have to go back for list two (classical classics…Mozart, Beethoven and the like. I really hate this list) and list three (romantic period…Chopin etc. I really like this list). As always after I have new pieces or books, I feel wonderfully optimistic.

Yes, I know I have a clarinet test this week. Shut up, okay?

We came home, and my mum decided to call Laser Quest to confirm, completely on a hunch. She had told them we would have ten to fifteen kids. Turns out they only reserved eight spaces.

Yeah.

Well, with my mother’s brilliant problem-solving skills, we eventually sorted things out. Most kids wound up playing one game. Owing to a concatenation of events, I played both games…I scored 509 in the second round, which made me happy. (I actually thought I had done really poorly. I got mad at this one guy in a Pink Floyd t-shirt who shot me once…and once too often!…so I followed him around for a bit. He must have hated me.)

My mom said, “I have a very serious teenage daughter. She is very environmentally conscious, reads labels, is very careful about what she does and what she eats, and likes shooting people.”

Now I sit here with two blue glow sticks on my desk and Saturday Night Oldies (which I haven’t missed this week! miracle!) on the radio. Eating leftover grated coconut. I like coconut.

And the question of the week is: am I the only one who thinks about the waste generated by condom use?