Some laugh out loud moments. Brought back good memories of my own days as a Marina Viking band member, playing my clarinet, marching in place (no fancy dance moves on the field back then), wearing those extraordinarily ugly uniforms...Mr. Mason, really, what were you thinking?
Black, gender-neutral slacks, a long stripe running thigh to ankle, something like this:
Ridiculous, 2-foot tall, gender-neutral shakos (we couldn't have had a cute little cap with a plume on top?) perched awkwardly on the head, strapped tight below the chin:
Dorky white spats pulled over shiny black gender-neutral shoes...
Did I mention the uniforms were gender-neutral? Ugh. No wonder the boys didn't like me. They were checking out those cute drill team girls in their itty bitty short yellow dresses and white cowboy boots, hair pulled back neat and tidy in buns atop their heads, so perky and adorable.
Ah well. High school! This essay by Sarah Vowell brought back so many memories, mostly good! So, to all my "band weirdo" friends out there: here's to us!
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