- Dear Hunter
- Family of the Year
- Capital Cities
- Blue October
- The Airborne Toxic Event
- Panic! at the Disco
It was loads of fun. Pepper and Family of the Year were good to dance to. The Panic singer was both funny and horribly cocky and un-funny at the same time.
And while this day was great, this is all beside the point. Why? Because I was wearing this:
I figured we would be outside, in 90 plus degree weather. It's a concert. Why wouldn't I wear a tank and shorts? I normally try to strike a balance. For example, if I'm wearing pants, I am OK wearing a tank. If I'm wearing shorts, I try to have short sleeves at the very least. But today I made an exception.
After Whitney left, Eileen and her friend went to the meet and greet for Panic! While I sat and waited for them, a former student came walking up to me.
Me: I saw you on my roll this week, but you weren't in class, how come?
Student: I go to a different school now.
Me: Oh, well you should let Jefferson know so they can take you off their rolls. How was your summer?
Student: *walks away*
Me: Bye, (student).
Oh yeah. Remember that time I was wearing about half as much as I usually wear to work, and a former student came up to me and said hello at a concert? Why do these things happen? Why?
God further reinforced my punishment for dressing scandalously by blessing us with a vicious rainstorm.
Got it, Daddy-O. I won't wear a tank top and shorts in public anymore.