Showing posts with label band trip. Show all posts
Showing posts with label band trip. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

A little more info...

Yep, that's right. That's what it's like getting details from a teenage boy.

I got another more piece of information about the band trip from one of Frank's friends, while Frank was in the bathroom. (They come home every day, Frank immediately uses the bathroom because he won't use the ones at school, they grab food and drink, then Frank takes Kyle home.) So, I asked Kyle, "What's the most interesting thing that happened to you on the trip, like Frank's fingernails?" They threw the band teacher in the pool.

P.S. Frank politely asked me to help him remove his nail polish yesterday.

Sunday, April 13, 2008

What happens in Vegas on the band trip...

What happens in Vegas on the band trip stays in Vegas on your hands. Frank returned from his band trip to San Francisco with a little souvenir:


No, he didn't make an alternative life style choice while in San Francisco. The truth is some cute girls at a pool party decided to paint his nails. And he is a good sport. And they were cute. (And I'm sure highly chaperoned, thanks to the band teacher.)

He says he had a good time, even though the band only got a bronze. Besides performing, they went to Pier 39, the Hard Rock Cafe, and Great America.

This wasn't nearly as surprising as when he returned from Mexico in 8th grade (2004) with his hair like this: