Been here since 6:45 am. Will be here until 2 pm. Two kids in the competition, different show times. Two cups of coffee before I left the house, I’ll be needing another two shortly. Hardcore cheer parents are all over the place, I already want to tase them.
I watched John Wick last night. If you’re not familiar with one of the first few scenes of the movie, he takes his 1969 Mach 1 Mustang (incorrectly called a Boss 429 in another scene) to an airstrip and just rips donuts and screams to let off some steam.
I want to do that so badly right now (“Call Me Maybe” is playing loudly through the PA system right now, feel my pain).
ETA: now bassing out to Justin Bieber. WELCOME TO FATHERHOOD.