It’s Districts! April 25, 2008
Posted by Anya in : spontaneous degeneration, smiling is good for you , 3commentsOkay, so this is not actually live-blogging (are you insane? If I was trying to live-blog quizzing, I would not get to talk to anyone and hence there would be very little for me to blog about!) but it’s pretty close. 
Let’s see. Districts is actually at our church (well, not *my* church but the church where I go to youth group and quizzing… yes, I’ll try to can the parentheticals, or at least cut back on them…) so I don’t have lots of quotes from the car ride. Which could be a good thing, considering how last year it was all about Sam, Josh, and Andrew singing “We Are The Pirates Who Don’t Do Anything”, and of course it was beautiful weather so we had the windows open… moral of the story: It is most difficult to pretend that you don’t know people when you’re in the same care as them.
ANYWAY. So we got to the church and I spied Peter running at us. I was extremely high on adrenaline — I still am — so I was yelling to him before we were even out of the car. Fun stuff. He told me that no one I knew was there yet except Bethany T… this was not entirely accurate as I know several kids from other districts, but it wasn’t far off. So I went inside and paced around and ran up and down the stairs and waited for people to get there and opened doors so we could get the bench seats in and all that good stuff.
And then… someone hollered my name… and then Dad hollered at me that Griffin wanted me. He was driving *gasp* and needed to know when we started quizzing. I’m so helpful. “Six? Six thirty? Something like that? Um… would you like me to find out?” Griffin: *sounding mildly sarcastic* “Yes, that would be nice.” I suppose so. I never know that sort of thing, though!
We went to announcements. Mr. S asked if there were any questions. someone [not Peter!]: “What’s for lunch?” Mike: “What’s quizzing?”
Mhmm. Thank you guys.
Then we headed in to our first quiz. And waited, because the H family was not yet there. This throws a wrench into things when the boys (Mark and Alex) are captains, and their dad is a coach, and their mom was handling stats. Unfortunately, they’re another cell-phone-less family, so we were compelled to be patient (!) and wonder for a few minutes.
Sarah: “You’d think they’d have been here a day early!”
us: *wait wait wait*
someone: “It’s a helicopter! I bet it’s them!” [It wasn’t.]
They did get there, and proceeded to confuse us by switching which team Mark and Alex were on! The only explanation which we could get, from either of them, was, “It’s a long story.” Oookay.
I did remember to show Griffin the clock and the shrubs. He laughed. Some people are easily amused…
…such as Dakota. He kept “killing” me with a truck until Samwise finally told him that it was mean and started playing more peaceably with him. Well, sort of more peaceably. They were building, but then it turned into wrecking. We are thankful that Samwise is studying chemistry, NOT engineering. Then I somehow started playing with them. Dakota: “Again and again and again and again and…”
Mrs. O (Dakota’s mom): “Next he’ll want to take you home!”
Dakota: “Ah you comin’ to da hotel? We’ going swimmin! Come swimmin!”
Sam: *blinks*
me: “No, we live here. Well, not here, but…”
Sam: “Close.”
Mrs. O: “PLEASE don’t tell him that you live at the church! He’ll want to spend the night!”
…Dakota wasn’t the only one confused about where we were staying.
Johnny D: *very hopefully* “So. Are you staying at the Holiday Inn?”
me: “Uh, no. Johnny. I live here. You can almost see my house from here.”
Johnny: “Oh yeah. DRAT!”
(He just wanted to play Marco Polo again, probably.)
He was also busy launching paper from a (fiberglass?) rod in the parkinglot… unfortunately I didn’t have my camera with me…
But there it is for the night.
