After eating some lunch, Mom and I looked over the schedule to plan our next few days’ activities. Saturday was much quieter than we expected, and it seemed like one of the bands didn’t show up. We did finally hear music late in the afternoon, so we bundled up against the cold wind and wandered over to the courtyard to listen to the Air Force band. Few things will drag me out of a nicely heated house and into a brisk cold wind as sunset nears. One of those things is an Air Force band. Any kind of Air Force band.
In my younger and more single past, I would have been twittering around them being as adorable as a newborn kitten, seeing them as potential spouses –or at least a few dates. Now in my more matronly and thoroughly married state, they are pure eye candy. A guilty pleasure, I assure you, but I do find it difficult not to twitter around them and experience a bit of … well … lust in my heart.†
The crowd was sparse due to the cold wind and the building-created wind tunnel they had them set up in. I felt so sorry for them having to play under those conditions, because the wind blowing through the courtyard was bitterly cold. They didn’t play as long as scheduled, but those few of us out there listening to them fully understood their reasons not to. Conditions were less than ideal.
Mom and I made haste back to the warmth of the house and watched heartwarming movies the rest of the night.
Footnotes- † I will not apologize for believing Air Force uniforms coupled with band instruments is, in fact, HAWT. And also Air Force uniforms couple with airplanes equals HAWT. Though age is more of a factor in the attractiveness of pilots. A man in an Air Force uniform who can play a musical instrument is HAWT no matter his age. Pilots less so. [↩]