This past weekend commenced the excellent occasion that was, in fact, our combined sister birthday weekend. It’s sort of a lie to call it a combined birthday celebration, because the Captain’s birthday is, also in fact, nine days after mine. But since my (23rd!) was on a Sunday, and so many fun events were happening that weekend, we decided to joint celebrate. Also, her birthday is on a Tuesday, which is not as good. So many commas.
The Captain and our illustrious father came down to begin their visit on Friday, where we immediately feasted upon exceptionally delicious Mexican food. The evening passed with some jazz music and a relatively early bed time to prepare for the most epic Saturday.
We began our day with the Color Run 5k.
We arrived early, with three other girls that made up our team. We experienced a sleepy sort of excitement, waiting in line for our wave to begin the run. I was a most wheezy Koala and was not capable of running much thanks to illness. We ran a little though, particularly the last stretch to the finish line. After Captain rolled through some purple color, and we all twirled through the color stations, we looked something like dis:
However, when you cross the finish line you get a packet of your very own color. These, of course, we released into a small tornado of color packet wonder, which resulted in something like dis:
After a little more celebration, we walked home to many showers and a refrigerator purchase. This was in (sort of) preparation for our second event of the day: the All Time Low concert.
Now, I bought these tickets a while go, knowing Spazz and I had been fond of the band. I think we were both shocked to find out that the show was sold out. I was particularly excited, given that this was Captain’s first concert. I figured it would make for a good crowd atmosphere, which I was mostly right. Too many kiddos with their cell phones.
The concert was a blur of pop punk excitement. As such, we present these pictures as evidence.
The first band to play was a little group called Hand Guns. To be honest, I’ve never heard of them. But they had some impressively loyal fans in the crowd.
Next came Man Overboard, which Spazzmataz has heard of, though I, in my old-fogy status, have not. For this band, we moved to “the pit” area to jockey for All Time Low standing space. I really feel like my commas are out of control.
And the crowd goes wild. They mostly expressed this by throwing their underwear on the stage.
I don’t understand this. I feel like it’s an expensive habit. Do they do this often? I really didn’t know people actually did this; I thought it was an annoying movie trope.
Okay, I really don’t know what the last picture is about. The kept this bizarre mannequin head on stage, and then occasionally moved it from place to place and made it a hat out of bras. If some dedicated All Time Low fan happens to read this and knows what is going on, please let us know.
All in all, the show was a really good time. The singer from All Time Low can actually sing, which is something I appreciate. There was something technical in their playing, as opposed to a lot of guitar fuzz that I don’t notice because I’m jumping around too much. And we only ran into seven of my students. That’s pretty good, statistically.
All too soon, Captain Spazzmataz and Father Spazzmataz were hitting the ole dusty trail of Interstate 44 and heading back to St. Louis.