Okay, after sitting for half an hour in traffic on a road that is usually barren, we found out that the rehearsal had been cancled.
This was due to some political mess, who's doing what to whom, blabitty blabitty blah, at the comunity center that we were supposed to be rehearsing at (I mean, 'at which we were supposed to be rehearsing'. Bad, bad girl for dangling your preciples, or whatever they are.).
We now do not have a place to rehearse. Or to preform. Hear me, cyberland, and give me ideas! I would like for them to be close to the area, but I know that you're not totally God.

And while dad and I were out that way, we went poking around the scource of the unrest, as it were. The road was pretty much cleaned up, but I'm sure there had been something big, ugly, and/or violent, because there were some news vans parked there...
But it was fun. My morbid curiosity might have rubbed off on dad, or maybe the other way 'round.
Morbid little fun fact: When shot between the eyes, you will bleed through your ears. When shot anywhere in the chest or stomach, the blood will come out your mouth.
Don't ask me how I know this, as the answer will be very boring. I have never actually SEEN these things happen, and I'm not sure if I would stay concious if I did...