March 19, 2013

Put the Lime in the Coconut

The big trip to Charleston is tomorrow. The band is playing at Patriot's Point on the USS Yorktown on Friday morning.

I've been baking for the boys, packing my items, and putting out last minute fires for the trip... as I've planned the entire thing.

Pray for no rain tomorrow. We are eating outside in St. Augustine at the Mission Nombre de Dios. Rain would be bad. The kids are sitting in the grass.

On a side note...

Only in Florida.

Evidently every day after band, one of the taller boys grabs a coconut off one of the trees, another boy takes it from him and throws it against the sidewalk to watch it shatter.

Today was a day like all the others, grab the coconut, pass it off, throw it, watch it shatter.

Except today, another boy walked along and said, "That's as far as you can throw it?" and he grabbed a coconut and winged it as far as he could and it sailed through the air and right through the copy room window of the school.

A closed copy room window.

Fortunately nobody was in the room that we have heard of. I'm not sure what I'd be more afraid of, being pelted with shattered glass or being hit unsuspecting by a coconut.

The boys were telling me the story over dinner tonight.

The school is 47 years old. After they were done, talking about low IQ, impulsiveness and more importantly, what a weak arm the kid had because the copy room window was not really that far away, I mean, if you're going to break a window, go for one a football field away, right?, (run on sentence) I said to them, "Well, I'm sure this is not the first time this has happened. It is S. FL..."

To which the table got quiet, I looked up to find three sets of eyes staring at me, quietly, and then my eldest started to laugh and said, 'Mom. Yes. We're SURE this is the first time someone through a coconut through a window at our school. Who does something like that?"

So that was our dinner conversation today.

I'm taking my computer. If I have time, I will blog. I have pictures to post of Bones on St. Patrick's Day. I gotta get them up...

Posted by Boudicca at March 19, 2013 10:09 PM

I am sending good juju for a good bus driver if you are taking a bus.

Have fun on the trip, Charleston is an awesome town, old and beautiful.

Posted by: Quality Weenie at March 20, 2013 11:10 AM

I would love to see them, but I'll be working on Friday morning. Drat! Will they be anywhere else on their visit?

Posted by: Joan of Argghh! at March 20, 2013 06:27 PM

We are only performing one time, just tomorrow morning. I'm thinking of trying to disappear during it all. We will see.

I can't blog from here for some reason.

Charleston is fantastic. I love it.

I'm in the lobby of the hotel hiding. My roommate is a psycho and had a meltdown in the hotel today. I'm trying to avoid going back to the room. It is 11:08. Can I stay away all night?

I am thinking...

I may end up getting my own room, if the hotel is not sold out.

Posted by: Bou at March 21, 2013 10:09 PM

Girl. Sorry about the roommate. That happened to the Jolly Roger last year in the Dominican Republic. There was no other room for him.

Hope it goes well today.

Posted by: Joan of Argghh! at March 22, 2013 06:52 AM

Oh my gawd. Sorry about the roommate. Every year you end up doing a trip with a psycho type like that it seems. You need to book your own room if you ever do this kind of trip again. Holy smokes!

Hope today is going well for you. :)

Posted by: Teresa at March 23, 2013 09:22 AM