Today's my school's annual Homecoming, in which our school football team plays against the guest team.
We were going to arrive there much earlier, but I woke up sometime in the mid-afternoon. I didn't panic at all -- at least not obviously. It wasn't until late afternoon when I exclaimed, "Mom, I wanna go to Homecoming! Game starts at 7 p.m!" She was like, "Okay," and we got dressed and left.
While Mom searched for a place to park, I arrived solo at the gate and paid my admission to Homecoming. It's $5 for an adult -- I was no longer a student, which's $3 per admission! I entered the tennis court, where all sorts of stuff were advertised and sold. I wandered, and sure enough, I began seeing familiar faces. We greeted each other -- including my old enemies. (OK, not actually "enemies," but rather friendly but obnoxious people whom I'd never want to see again.) Soon Mom caught up with me, and we went to greet our friend Lisa. We chatted a bit, and I walked out of the court while Mom and Lisa continued talking.
I strolled around the bleachers, observing people rather than the game itself. Eventually I joined the audience, and of course, more familiar faces. They waved zealously at me, and I waved back. Later, Mom joined me at the bleachers, and again we were randomly looking at people. Shortly after the halftime ended and the 3rd quarter began, we decided to call it a night and go home. When we left, the score was 56-0.
Now I'm feeling a little too worn out to continue working on my Halloween pics. Better rest now and work later.