I realized that now I have a Zipcar account, I can finally take in the annual drum corps competition in Lynn (it's not impossible to get there by public transport, but it's a pain). I didn't stick around for scores (looked like it was going to be a long time before they got to the scores), but definitely enjoyed the evening. The Spartans are back (actually, they were back last year), and they look like they never left. The Scouts looked really sharp. That's clearly a corps with a lot of practice time under its belt. The Crusaders did a great job. Carolina Crown was the most fun, with a rock theme and a lot of well-thought out stage business. Those three corps will certainly be in the final 12 this year.
All the way home I was cursing my vanity. I've got new contacts ordered, and I probably shouldn't be driving with these, as they're the wrong prescription. I considered wearing the glasses tonight, but just couldn't. On the up side, a man asked for my phone number. I didn't give it to him, of course, but it was still fairly flattering. Maybe I shouldn't be flattered: he described both me and Malden as "beautiful"--but then English wasn't his native language.
