We prefer it over Cinco de Mayo in our house. After our Mexican feast, my son played his last jazz band concert. A tissue may or may not have been used.
The auditorium they played in is slated to be destroyed sometime in the near future. I remember performing in a couple of plays on this stage. There was even a beauty pageant I competed in (it may shock some people to know I didn't win... kidding... I didn't stand a chance). Still , the best memories are going to be of watching my sons' concerts and my step-daughters' dance recitals.
Maybe I'll be able to steal one of the cool aqua blue blocks when the demolition really occurs.
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I hate when they ruin things that you grew up making memories & such!
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