March 31, 2012
CJ left town yesterday headed to Centerville, Ohio. He is on spring break this week and really knows all the best spring break destinations.
Actually, CJ runs the light board for the high school's theater department. In the fall, they performed a play called, "Piece of my Heart". It is the story of 6 women who went off to the Vietnam War as nurses, USO performers, Red Cross nurses, or Army nurses.
The play went off so well that they were invited to Centerville this weekend to have their play adjudicated. They are one of only five schools selected to have their whole play judged. Impressive. I have seen it once and it was very well done, though not as much fun to watch as their spring production, Footloose.
So the only contact we have had with our baby since he left at 1:00 yesterday afternoon, was a text at 10:00 last night saying the play had gone off perfectly. Therefore, I know he is alive. I guess he did not think I was serious when I said I wanted a text or email every 15 minutes.
That leaves Beth and myself with some free time today. We have some shopping to do, but it is only 8:07 and I don't want the stores to find me too eager.
I thought about playing some video games this morning, but Beth is watching television and it is probably better if I don't play anyway. I am not that good, but I still want to win. Sometimes I do okay depending on who else is on line playing some Modern Warfare 3 at that time.
I find there are 3 groups of players that are really good-teens, Mexicans, and pot smokers. I can identify which class they are in from their voices, their background music, or their call sign. With the teens, it is usually their voices as they actually sound like 8 year-olds over the headset. The Mexicans speak Spanish, have Latin music playing, and usually have "MEX" in their call sign. The pot heads are usually yelling up the stairs to their mom what they want to eat next, or they are talking to their buddies about why they are missing work, or they have "420" in their call sign.
The other night I was doing especially bad at the game, but I figured out the problem. The game waves were full of players who were pot smoking teenage Mexicans. I did not stand a chance.
Beth is done with the television so I may go play some. Since it is 8:15 in the morning on a Saturday, chances are the three main high performing groups are still asleep, sleeping it off, or telling mom they will be up in a couple minutes. We'll see.