Fiddle Contests and Theme Parks

I feel so bad; it's been forever since I wrote a real post. I just haven't had anything juicy to write about for a while. But, now I do.

So, I went to a fiddle contest last weekend. I played well. I played consistently well. I played well enough to make the second round. And then I made the third round... and the fourth. I suddenly found myself up on the stage accepting my third place trophy and $75. I got third place out of sixteen contestants! I am still a tiny bit excited....well, let's just say a lot more than a tiny bit.

Moving to a different subject...

Sometimes I really can't wait to grow up and at other times I despise the change. Today was one of those despicable times. I don't like it that the simple pleasures that used to excite me abundantly, no longer hold their enchantment upon my senses. Why can't I just snap my fingers and say, "Be wonderfully entertained," and no longer be bored? Oh, for simple pleasures.

I went to a theme park yesterday and I discovered that my childhood spell had been broken. The roller coasters that I used to ride over and over again with so much joy, soon became monotonous. I found that I no longer enjoyed the adrenaline that pumped through my system on the high-intensity attractions; all I get now is a headache. I realized that the reason that I anticipated this venture with so much excitement was because of the company that I would share with my friends. That was, by far, the best part of the whole day.