At Least We Won the Game

I think the thing that has always killed me about performing is that, contrary to popular trite sayings, sometimes you don't perform how you practice.

I mean, sometimes you muddle your way through every practice and then manage to pull out a magnificent performance out of thin air.

Or sometimes, like today, you practice really well, a lot, only to give a crap performance like I did on the Vandy football field today. I did the feature perfectly under the stadium 5 times in a row, then I got on the field, the band had some glitches, and it's hard to count that stupid show anyway because it changes time signatures every two seconds, and I just panicked. And some of the girls were watching me, since I was front and center on the freaking 50, so it all just... turned out wretched.

But the most disappointing part is that I know that I could have done it so much better.

Whatever, this really just boils down to a nerdy marching band post.

In other news, The Heartbreak Kid=Wedding Crashers, in that I thought that they were both PG-13, and both wound up being more... risque than I had thought they would be, and they both have the same jokes in them. And I think maybe they were even done by the same people.