Friday, September 25, 2009

Caffeinated Randomness: Rock on

I try to listen to something upbeat on the way to work. Marc Broussard, Grits, the Derek Trucks Band...something that kind of gets me ready to face the day, you know?

So I turned on some Marc and started driving the seven miles to my workplace, thinking about my 5k next week and if I could trash talk the preacher any more. What? Did I not mention this?

Sunday night we were over at a friend's parents house, and the pastor and his wife were there, too. Dr. R asked me how my 5k the day before had gone, and I told him we'd finished, but our time was bad. "Well, what was it?" he asked. I told him. He. Straight. Up. Laughed. Laughed!

"I could CRAWL faster than that!!" he exclaimed.

Smart aleck. "Well, time for you to prove it," I retorted. "There's another one in two weeks. Are you ready, or are you scared you're going to get beat by a couple of girls?"

I'd like to say I scared him when I challenged him. Maybe I did. He's hard to read sometimes.

At any rate, I planned for the shirts Rindy and I could make for this next 5k. I'm not sure what they'll say on the front, but on the back, they'll say, "How's the view look from back there, R?"


I might have also shot R an e-mail Tuesday with the form to fill out for the 5k with three words under it: "Eat my dust." Yeah...

At any rate, I'm not sure if he's signed up or not. I suppose we'll find out Sunday. If he did, I gotta pick up the pace. If not...well, doesn't that mean I already won?

Anyway, back to the story. As I was driving in the minimal traffic our city has, I was stuck behind this red truck, and I noticed the driver, the only person in the vehicle, jerk his head erratically, as if he were mad at someone. Curious and stopped at a red light behind him, I watched closer.

He was air drumming.

Now, granted, I've been known to cut a rug or two in the car, but I have never seen someone so intently focused on playing imaginary drums in a vehicle that it actually shook the vehicle. No joke.

I was fascinated by his dedication to the scene in his mind, especially during his morning drive. From the stickers on the back of his truck, I could tell he went to high school, and he had curly dark hair.

I had to see who this air drummer was. When the red light changed, I sped forward, knowing he'd turn right in less than a mile, and I did not want to miss seeing what he looked like.

It took some fancy manuevering on my part to stay between the three lanes of traffic, and then my car voomed forward until my car and the air drummer's red truck were side by side. I looked to my right.

Turns out I recgonized that face.

Turns was the preacher's son.

I have no words.

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kara with a k said...

I think I love your pastor's family...air drumming and trash talk? Love it.

I was at a concert and the most adorable 5 year old boy was air drumming behind me, he could not help but rock out.

Joanne said...

Maybe you can air drum when you cross the finish line ahead of your pastor? Best wishes ...

Brooke said...

i can't believe he laughed at you! but i had to lol @ his son air drumming

Sara said...

He was just getting down with his bad-self. Those who can't play AIR!
HA. I air cook all. the. time.

Anonymous said...

I'm just cracking up about the trash talk. And the shirts! Awesome!!

sara said...

sounds like you might have pulled up next to my son!! ha!

can't wait to hear if your pastor runs the race!! sounds like a good illustration in the making! :)

Lucy Marie said...

Wow! Unbelievable. Both of the stories in this post are so funny. I like Joanne's suggestion that you should air drum across the finish line in front of your pastor!

Jenn@Spejory said...

I love the shirts idea! Too funny. Great story. My pastor is also my brother-in-law. I think sometimes people tend to forget that pastors and their families are just regular people, too.

septembermom said...

The t-shirt idea is great. I love that you have this fun verbal play with the pastor. Like the air drumming too.

Dreamgirl said...

How funny!

I can't wait to hear if your pastor takes you up on the challenge... Love the t-shirt idea! Keep us posted:-)

Enjoy your weekend!

Runner Mom said...

Too cute!! I hope you beat your darlin' pastor in the next 5k!! I'm running the Race for the Cure in the morning!! I don't care for that distance--you have to work too hard!! Loved your pictures! Enjoy this weekend and keep me posted!!

Growin' with it! said...

too bad he wasn't picking his could really use that on your pastor's "parenting skills". this one made me smile. to have such a sweet, fun friendship with your pastor. *sigh*..the way it should be!!

StephieAnne said...

That's priceless!

Anonymous said...

I love it! My pastor is pretty good at the trash talking - you gotta love the ones who don't take themselves too seriously!

crittyjoy said...

Too funny!

My friend wanted to start a car dancing club....she thinks it should be a sport or something :) Air drumming in the car is new to me!

Anonymous said...

How fun! I bet your pastor is very scared. My son just got approved to play drums in the school band. Oh, my, the things I have to look forward to.

I hope you fly on Saturday!

Anonymous said...

LOL!!! This is hilarious! I love it!

Aleta said...

Now, that's just too funny, that it was the preacher's son.

Love what you're going to have on the back of the tee shirts!