embarassing

5/2/2006
I bring the Moon to a department store, prompting my mom to disgustedly admonish me to stop "being a child." We go to Susie's house from there. No one's home, so we use their computer until they arrive.

4/30/2006
Our family went on a very long trip a while back. Patrick and I had a different airline schedule than everyone else; we had a 5 or 6-hour layover in some middle-of-nowhere airport. When we got there, however, we were pleased to see that the Aquabats were playing a set in one of the terminals. We sat down in the front row, near stage left.
The rest of the audience was mostly either between 5 and 12 years old or the parent of someone between 5 and 12, and there weren't many people. The Aquabats played a relatively listless standard-length set, then left the stage. Most of the audience left as well, but the remainder, including Patrick and me, shouted for an encore. Since there was no backstage, the Aquabats just sort of stood there for a while.
Then Jaime, looking very irritated, sighed and begrudgingly brought out his laptop, turned up its pathetic speakers, opened iTunes, and played an MP3 of "Super Rad". The Aquabats continued to stand there blankly, except the Bat Commander and Crash, who walked off the stage and stood next to stage left with towels. The MP3 ended and the bats began to leave.
I tried to make eye contact with either of the closest two.
"Crash?" I said. He sneered at us. I was surprised. The Aquabats are usually one of the friendliest bands in existence.
After the concert, I had to look through my luggage for a book to read on the next flight. A guy with grey, flannely skin and a tan jacket came up to us and said something that obligated me to beat the shit out of him. So I did.