Tonight's Christmas concert disturbances brought to you by the Armours:
When all was quiet and the little kid choir was silently focused on the director, ready to begin angelic singing......
"I KNOW IM HARD OF HEARING BUT I CANT HEAR THEM SAYING
A N Y T H I N G"
During beginning band's difficult number....
Head bobble bobble....SNORE!
eyes flutter open and he pats his knee, as if he never lost beat with the music.
All is quiet as the jazz band focuses on the director. They begin with a burst of drums.
Startled, her body shakes and she levitates out of the pew, in front of us, for a split second.
Jack and I audibly giggle, she turns her head, eyes wide with shock as she mouths....
S h I t
Our giggles turn into gasps and then laughter.
Band loudly playing.
Dad leans over me to say something in jack's ear. Jack leans back over with response.
Band stops playing as dad loudly says to jack,
Multiple texting, picture taking, posting on all social networks, and laughing at:
The trumpet that sounded like the Charlie Brown teacher...
The little girl who, from the waist up, was serious singer. Waist down was uncontrolled, epileptic, jelly dancing legs...
The boy that sang with an "I'm through with this" look....
when my nephew stepped out of the choir to the front, jack and I looked at each other with "hey! He's gonna sing a solo!"
But then he kept walking, off the stage and out the door....sick
Funny. But not.
Who let the Armours in the church tonight?