The girls' middle school band takes a trip every year. Usually this is an April or May event. This year the girls trip took them to St. Louis for the annual Music in the Park competition. The event includes a Friday band competition followed by a full day at Six Flags, ending with the awards ceremony.
The girls were so excited about the trip they could hardly focus the night before. Daddy supervised their packing and we tried to get them to bed at a decent hour. At 10:00 p.m. I went upstairs because I heard some noise. I said, "who is awake and why?" The brunette twin responded, "I am so excited I cannot sleep."
The next morning the alarms went off at 5:00 a.m. We packed their stuff in the car, including their breakfasts and made it to the school by the 5:30 a.m. arrival time. When the brunette twin saw the bus, she was so excited. She said, "It's not a crappy school bus. It's a party bus."
It wasn't until we walked into the band room that I realized we were the first ones there. I looked at the girls and said, "Do you know why we're the first ones here?" They looked like they didn't know what I was talking about. I said, "Daddy was leading the way. You know if I had been in charge we would have been here on time, but not this early." They laughed because they knew I was right. Daddy was always early.
As their friends arrived the girls all ran to each other, giggling with excitement. For the dark, early hour, they had a lot of energy. We thanks the chaperones and were silently grateful that we were not going to be on the party bus. The band had a pretty good group of kids, but 50 middle schoolers on a party bus for six hours sounded like it wasn't going to be a party for the adults supervising.
We didn't wait for the bus to leave. We handed them off to their teachers, talked to the other parents for a bit and then went home. The girls' first big adventure was on it way. We couldn't wait to hear the stories.