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Alien Machines!
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Jun. 12th, 2009 | 12:56 pm
location: Livingroom
mood: 
calm
music: Bad Habit - Gregory and the Hawk
It’s been two years since I last posted…
Wow! And here I am!
A lot has happened since that day…
But let me just start off by explaining my recent conquests.
Starting with… Yesterday!
Yesterday, June 11, 2009, was my last day of exams.
Which, yes, makes today the FIRST DAY OF SUMMER VACATION! This is the longest summer vacation I’ve ever had, thanks to the school’s scheduling. Next year I will be a senior. Huzzah.
So, after getting out of school yesterday I went home to do some work for Kelsey’s graduation which is June 13 (tomorrow). And I called Emily to ask when I had to meet in downtown Milford to play a jazz band gig, and she said
“where the hell are you? There’s a senior marching band meeting.”
Huh.
I was not informed.
So after bugging my mom to drive me up there we sat down and had a nice long talk with all the marching band seniors.
Blah blah blah, and so on.
Afterwards I went home and got ready for the gig. Then, driving to Milford, it was raining.
So Mr. Green dithered around saying every so often “I’ll cancel in five more minutes, just give me time to think”. That went on for a good 40 minutes.
Finally, Green accepted that we couldn’t play in the rain and told everyone to go home. I liked that idea. I didn’t want my saxophone to get ruined.
Then, no! Wait! Everybody don’t move!
Green decided, all of a sudden, to flip a coin to decide if we were staying or not…
My saxophone better not be ruined, ugh, the rain was so cold.
Afterwards I came home and sulked. Lovely.
A few hours later, around 7, my mom asked me if I wanted to drive to go get chicken for Kelsey’s graduation.
“Sure, as long as we get food on the way”.
Andy came along, same motives as I urging him.
So, the chicken ended up being in BFE, up un Ubly, Michigan.
We drove for 3 hours one way to get this damn chicken.
It was an adventure, though.
We stopped at an A&W, which had people come OUT TO YOU CAR to serve you. And they had TRAYS THAT HUNG FROM YOUR WINDOW!
That’s AWESOME!
So, I was driving down M53 (I think, don’t ever ask me for directions, I stink) and, glancing around, I saw an un-earthly silhouette on the horizon…
As we kept driving, more appeared, and every so often red lights on the top of these towering mysteries would blink…
And then it got dark.
The road carried us RIGHT up next to these towering, 150 ft tall wind-energy windmills!
THEY’RE HUGE.
I swerved down a service road on a whim, and it brought us to the base of one of these goliaths…
There’s an instinct deep down inside that urged me to get out of there and run, these things were so scary and foreign in the dark. And, looking beyond the giant right in front of us, every so often I could see hundreds of red lights blink across the huge flat field they were stationed in…
An army of huge, alien machines.
The sound produced was eerie and sent shivers down your spine; the sound of 50 ft propellers cutting through the wind screeching past…
It was so cool to stand at the base of one.
We scurried back to the safety of our car and carried on our way, trying to find this person’s house (where we were getting the chicken) in the dark. Finally, we found the road, an abandoned-looking horror movie dirt road winding out into the middle of tall grass, a hundred red eyes blinking at you…
Seriously, doesn’t Ubly, Michigan sound like a town where some freak accident/murder/alien abduction would take place?
We drove about two miles through certain danger (pah) to find this girl’s house.
Turns out, she lives on a dairy farm.
So, getting out of our car (and nearly being mauled by her dogs) my mom, Andy and I followed her to her house to get the chicken…
I was so ready to fight back when she pulled out a chainsaw form the nearest shed and came at us.
My mom signed the receipt and Andy and I carried the chicken out to the cooler…
Then the girl allowed us to go pet her family’s cows (one calf I mistook for a deer… Wow, I’m proud of myself).
Then, we thanked her and left.
Around that time it was 10:30.
Before falling asleep on the ride home (I let my momma drive home) I glanced at the alien army one last time and muttered “this better be damn good chicken”.
My mom laughed.
But, in reality, I don’t care if the chicken tastes like the cow pies I stumbled through in the dark.
The adventure we had getting it left a good taste in my mouth :]
Wow! And here I am!
A lot has happened since that day…
But let me just start off by explaining my recent conquests.
Starting with… Yesterday!
Yesterday, June 11, 2009, was my last day of exams.
Which, yes, makes today the FIRST DAY OF SUMMER VACATION! This is the longest summer vacation I’ve ever had, thanks to the school’s scheduling. Next year I will be a senior. Huzzah.
So, after getting out of school yesterday I went home to do some work for Kelsey’s graduation which is June 13 (tomorrow). And I called Emily to ask when I had to meet in downtown Milford to play a jazz band gig, and she said
“where the hell are you? There’s a senior marching band meeting.”
Huh.
I was not informed.
So after bugging my mom to drive me up there we sat down and had a nice long talk with all the marching band seniors.
Blah blah blah, and so on.
Afterwards I went home and got ready for the gig. Then, driving to Milford, it was raining.
So Mr. Green dithered around saying every so often “I’ll cancel in five more minutes, just give me time to think”. That went on for a good 40 minutes.
Finally, Green accepted that we couldn’t play in the rain and told everyone to go home. I liked that idea. I didn’t want my saxophone to get ruined.
Then, no! Wait! Everybody don’t move!
Green decided, all of a sudden, to flip a coin to decide if we were staying or not…
My saxophone better not be ruined, ugh, the rain was so cold.
Afterwards I came home and sulked. Lovely.
A few hours later, around 7, my mom asked me if I wanted to drive to go get chicken for Kelsey’s graduation.
“Sure, as long as we get food on the way”.
Andy came along, same motives as I urging him.
So, the chicken ended up being in BFE, up un Ubly, Michigan.
We drove for 3 hours one way to get this damn chicken.
It was an adventure, though.
We stopped at an A&W, which had people come OUT TO YOU CAR to serve you. And they had TRAYS THAT HUNG FROM YOUR WINDOW!
That’s AWESOME!
So, I was driving down M53 (I think, don’t ever ask me for directions, I stink) and, glancing around, I saw an un-earthly silhouette on the horizon…
As we kept driving, more appeared, and every so often red lights on the top of these towering mysteries would blink…
And then it got dark.
The road carried us RIGHT up next to these towering, 150 ft tall wind-energy windmills!
THEY’RE HUGE.
I swerved down a service road on a whim, and it brought us to the base of one of these goliaths…
There’s an instinct deep down inside that urged me to get out of there and run, these things were so scary and foreign in the dark. And, looking beyond the giant right in front of us, every so often I could see hundreds of red lights blink across the huge flat field they were stationed in…
An army of huge, alien machines.
The sound produced was eerie and sent shivers down your spine; the sound of 50 ft propellers cutting through the wind screeching past…
It was so cool to stand at the base of one.
We scurried back to the safety of our car and carried on our way, trying to find this person’s house (where we were getting the chicken) in the dark. Finally, we found the road, an abandoned-looking horror movie dirt road winding out into the middle of tall grass, a hundred red eyes blinking at you…
Seriously, doesn’t Ubly, Michigan sound like a town where some freak accident/murder/alien abduction would take place?
We drove about two miles through certain danger (pah) to find this girl’s house.
Turns out, she lives on a dairy farm.
So, getting out of our car (and nearly being mauled by her dogs) my mom, Andy and I followed her to her house to get the chicken…
I was so ready to fight back when she pulled out a chainsaw form the nearest shed and came at us.
My mom signed the receipt and Andy and I carried the chicken out to the cooler…
Then the girl allowed us to go pet her family’s cows (one calf I mistook for a deer… Wow, I’m proud of myself).
Then, we thanked her and left.
Around that time it was 10:30.
Before falling asleep on the ride home (I let my momma drive home) I glanced at the alien army one last time and muttered “this better be damn good chicken”.
My mom laughed.
But, in reality, I don’t care if the chicken tastes like the cow pies I stumbled through in the dark.
The adventure we had getting it left a good taste in my mouth :]