Pomp and Circumstance (emphasis on the pomp)

Today feels like a Saturday because everyone's home, but it's actually because my baby bro is graduating today. We're going to be dropping him off at the school (they're bussing the kids over) and then driving down to the city, parking at Mum's parking space in Foggy Bottom (swear to God, that's what that part of town is actually called, and walking to DAR Constitution Hall. A teeny part of me is jealous--my graduation was at this horrific Baptist church because we did badly in the DAR lottery that year--but I'm just so proud of him. It was kind of touch and go there for a little while.

Plus, Frank Warren is his graduation speaker, so that's neat, too.

( more stuff about my bro )

And so we talked all night about the rest of our lives

Graduation was nice and dull: no incredibly long speeches, no names too mangled or missed, no one fell down. Frank Warren's speech was very good...though he goofed up the school's name at the end. *facepalm* E looked so freaking grown up in his cap and gown and the medallion he got for being in the music program. The DAR hall is a complete barn, but we'd kind of expected that.

The weirdest thing, though, was the woman in front of me who started painting her nails when they got to the part when the kids actually walk across the stage. Beam me up, Scotty, I don't understand these 21st century humans.