Showing posts with label Bass Pro Shops. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bass Pro Shops. Show all posts

Sunday, January 30, 2022

South to Northville

Heading in to the mall, where we met up with the Johnsons.
Welcome back, folks.

This weekend we had another pom event on our calendar, but this one was a bit larger in scale than, say, your usual performance-at-half time during a football or basketball game.  This time, it was Regionals.  Held down by Novi, at Northville High School - surrounded by mansions and subdivisions that make someone from upper-crust Midland feel, well, like a pauper.  The event was scheduled to take place at 9am on Sunday morning, and so us and the Johnsons drove downstate the day before and checked into a local Holiday Inn Express in order to make sure we were there on time.

On the way down, we stopped off at Great Lakes Crossing - a gigantor mall located. . . I don't know, somewhere down there.  I don't know the southeastern part of the state all that well, so I always assume anything south of Flint and west of Ann Arbor is just 'Detroit.'  We toured the mall a lot longer than we had anticipated, but it was a pretty good time - definitely planning on making it a day trip sometime soon in the near future.

Anyway, I'll leave you with some pictures and video of our overnight venture downstate, culminating in Northeast's somewhat lackluster performance at Regionals (I'll go into detail with that here in a little bit.)

Enjoy. . .

When we first arrived at the mall, we made a beeline for the food court, where the Johnson family was wrapping up lunch (we had eaten before hitting the road.)
First store we went in to was god-awful Hot Topic, which Abby and Ella insisted on checking out.  I snapped a couple pics to text to Alayna, who had to stay back at Grandma's house this weekend because, due to Covid restrictions, each pom team member could only bring two family members to Regionals.
Loungefly backpacks (like the kind they license at Disney World - all the rage with middle school girls these days.
Trying out shoes at the Vans outlet.
While waiting for the womenfolk to shop in a T.J. Maxx or Marshall's (I forget which, they're identical to one another and we were forced to stop into both throughout the course of the afternoon) I spotted this InstantPot that's definitely waaaay cooler than the one we have in our house.  Kris wasn't having it.
A couple pommers, loaded up on sugar mid-way through the mall.
100%.
Clothes shopping in yet another store.  These ladies dragged poor Erik and I all over hell this afternoon, it was a trial in patience for sure.
On our way back out of the mall, we came back to Bass Pro Shop (a.k.a. Cabela's), which is a giant version of Jay's Sporting Goods, more or less.  They have a lot of ol' timey decor spread out throughout the store, it's fun to walk around and scope out weird shit.
This shit looks like a shrine.
Abby and Ella, scoping out some live fish.

BFFs.
We checked in to our room at the Holiday Inn Express around 6:30pm, and found that both us and the Johnsons had rooms on the first floor (thank God.)  Our room happened to be at the far end of the hall, so we were lucky enough to get a slightly larger room - identical to the Johnsons' but about 3 feet wider.  Maybe to accommodate, like, a wheelchair or something?  I don't know.
Room was super clean and updated - always nice to check in to a place and have it in pristine condition.
Kris recognized the complimentary shampoo, conditioner and body wash - I guess it's some hoity-toity brand that you can buy at Marshall's or whatever, she was pretty excited about it.  I always bring my own shit so I didn't really care either way.
Abby got her own bed this time around, didn't have to share a bed with her sister this weekend.
You can spot the mini-fridge there to the left - I always like being able to store beers and waters in a mini-fridge opposed to the cooler I usually lug about.
We had originally planned on going out to eat that night - something we're all big fans of - but since it was already pushing 7pm and there were hour-long waits at all the nicer restaurants in the area (thanks again, Covid), we opted to order delivery instead.  Kris and Courtney spent a loooooooong time picking out food items down in the Johnsons' room, much to me and Erik's dismay.
Kris brought along her own bottle of bathroom spray for our room.  You know, for poops.
Erik and I drank a few beers and watched The Simpsons in my room while Kris and Courtney took the girls down to the pool for some swimming.  About a dozen other girls from Northeast's pom team happened to be staying in the same hotel - the parents had planned all this together in order to make things easier - and they all met down there at the pool.  Afterwards, girls were running up and down the halls banging on each other's hotel room doors, so Abby and Ella were in and out of various rooms for a couple hours.
Food arrived about 45 minutes later - we ordered a small pepperoni pizza for the girls, along with some super-awesome breadsticks. . .
. . . some fried wings, which were better than expected. . . 
. . . and this large, supreme pizza.  Gorged ourselves stupid, rest assured - everyone was starving by the time we got around to actually eating.
Watching TV and wrapping up dinner.  Johnsons returned to their room around 9pm, and Abby took a shower.  Kris and Abby went to bed around 10pm, but not before Yours Truly had to make two separate phone calls down to the front desk because the people above us were pumping some bass past quiet hours.  After the first call, nothing changed.  After the second, the music was turned down a little, but was still loud enough to drown out our quieted TV.  Eventually Kris got so fed up with it that she marched down the hall to the desk and complained in person.  That got 'em to shut up.  I stayed up til 11pm or so and screwed around on my laptop before finally falling asleep.
The next morning, the entire pom team had to meet down in the coach's room at 6:45am with the moms to start doing hair and make-up.  Breakfast opened up at 7am and soon the entire squad, and their parents, were huddled together in the dining area, gorging on food and coffee and psyching themselves up for the big even.t
We got to Northville High School around 8am in order to check the girls in with the pom association, and so that they could do a quick dress rehearsal before the event kicked off at 9am.  While we waited, Erik and I picked up some flowers for our girls and entered into a 50/50 raffle (which, sadly, neither of us won.)  This high school was beyond huge - the inside resembled an airport more than an actual high school.  You can tell the surrounding town has some serious money, it was beyond anything I had ever seen in a high school before.
The Northeast Pom Team (Abby is in the second row, third from right, wearing a mask.)
They ran five teams at a time, meaning five pom teams would do a routine, then the judges would tally their scores and determine which squads would move on to state competitions.  Following this, the crowds and teams would file out of the gym and another five teams - and their corresponding audience - would file in and the process would repeat itself.  There were some pretty hardcore teams in attendance, some of them private teams with their own buses and top-notch gear.  Our Northeast girls were definitely out of their depth, and came across like the Bad News Bears - country bumpkins competing against big-league, Detroit schools.
After each team competed, they took a seat in the bleachers opposite of the audience (you can see a few teams sitting in the bleachers in the previous picture.)  Unfortunately, our girls went on last, meaning they had to perform in front of four other schools, who were all waaaaay better than our team.  Abby (shown here, in her cohort that started off on the right flank of the team) and Ella both performed well, but they - and most of the girls on the team - practice hard and take pom seriously.  Unfortunately, pom at Northeast isn't a 'cut' sport, meaning there are no try-outs for the team (unlike at my school, where pom is a serious thing and the team is incredible):  anyone can join Northeast's team and perform, meaning there are lots of untalented kids on the squad, as well as kids on the squad who don't want to be there but their parents force them to compete.  This means that they don't practice, don't take it seriously, and, consequently, this really showed in today's competition.
Not a bad performance, but you can tell there are kids who aren't giving it their all.  After their routine, the judges announced that the other four teams would be moving on to division state competitions - only ours didn't qualify for state competition.  Most of the girls in the Northeast team were in tears when we picked them up, and Abby and Ella were crushed.  On the way back up to Midland, us and the Johnsons stopped off at Birch Run to treat the girls to lunch (at Bagger Dave's) as well as some clothes shopping at the Birch Run Outlets to spoil them a bit - it was the least we could do to improve their spirits after the shit-show that was Regionals.  Next weekend they compete in Saginaw for yet another Regionals, so we're crossing our fingers that this time around, things don't go as bad.

- Brian

Wednesday, December 31, 2014

The Last of 2014

Hi, America.

As the world prepares to wrap up yet another year of awesomeness and lameness, hilarity and chaos, good, bad and ugly, we here at the Houghs leave you with one, last installment of monthly randoms from our day-to-day existence.

Enjoy.

As I was waiting at red light in Kissimmee on my drive home after work, I glanced over at the left-hand side of the road and noticed something really, really creepy at the base of a street sign. . .
Come to think of it, I don't think this was taken in December, but I'm just now stumbling across this, so we'll just pretend it was taken this month - I don't feel like putting a lot of thought and effort into this.  Here we have Abby bustin' balls at Sunchild's soccer program.
And here's the other kid.
Another Lions game on in Florida?  You know Detroit's having a good year when you're able to watch multiple Lions games from the bowels of America's Wang.
Found this in my briefcase at work.  My students found it hilarious.
Ending the Machete Order with Return of the Jedi, which, coincidentally, ended up being the girls' favorite Star Wars flick.  I attribute this to a certain, adorable, market-friendly race of plucky aliens from the forest moon of Endor. . .
All dolled up for a not-planned visit with Dr. Eckert at All Star Pediatrics.  FYI - this is her make-up job (though it's better than I could do, so I can't make fun of her too much.)
As it turns out, Alayna had Strep Throat.  Hooray.
Strep Throat means days and days of this bullshit.
Putting on a rock concert for the family in the living room (and nothing's more rock and roll than that creepy-ass cat shirt, right?)
Introducing the girls to hot chocolate (YES, they had never had it before - gimme a break, we live in Florida.)
Kris took the girls toy-shopping for Toys for Tots (to Toys R Us, I believe), if only to show the kids the importance of donating to those in need, the 'reason for the season,' 'spirit of giving,' blah blah blah.
The kids did a pretty good job with it, too. . . after they got over the whole 'this is for poor kids, not for you' thing.
Time for Santa.  Alayna's about to shit a brick.
Workin' over the boss man.
CHEAP STICKERS AND CANDY
Happy Kwanzaa, y'all.
And now it's time for a bunch of weird pictures, courtesy of the Cannonball. . .
Butts are HILARIOUS.
Alayna's new, favorite selfie face.
Here's another favorite.
I'm handsome.
Abby passes out watching a movie. . .
She's lucky her sister hasn't discovered the joy of drawing on passed out people with a Sharpie yet. . .
A care package of Christmas cookies, fudge, and other sugary awesomeness from Grandma Jordan.  Watson plans his move.
Preparing for Pajama Day at Sunchild Academy, the last day before Christmas break starts. . .
Not sure if this Santa or the previously pictured bloke from the Florida Mall is the real Santa - someone should have looked into this.
The girls from Abby's VPK class.
(Just so you know, this bath crayon disaster was on the tub for a couple weeks.)
One day over Christmas break, when Kris was at work, I took the girls out to Bass Pro Shops Outdoor World at the Festiva Bay Mall on International Drive. . .
For those of you not in the know, this place is like Jay's Sporting Goods on crack.  They sell everything and anything for all outdoor activities - hunting, fishing, camping, hiking, boating, etc.  I was looking for ammo clips for a pistol I recently purchased (I'll have to tell you guys about that some other time), and figured the girls would enjoy running around the store and checking out some of the outdoor stuff.
Every time I come here, I somehow end up having to explain to the girls why they don't need an ATV.
Checking out the fish in a giant rock aquarium at the center of the store.
Checking out some tents. . .
This thing was awesome - sure, it cost $300, but it was pretty high quality and would be perfect for camping with little kids.  Something to keep in mind.
Leaving Outdoor World, and heading out to blow some leftover gift cards from Christmas. . .
Alayna's got a loose tooth (one of her front center ones on the bottom), but the adult tooth is already growing in behind it.  Kris wanted to make sure everything was cool, so we took her to the dentist just to play it safe.  Turns out everything's normal and her teeth are in good shape. 
I'm pissed I didn't grab my SLR sooner - there were six vultures on the roof of our neighbors house originally, but two flew away by the time I got back to the window with a telephoto lens. . .
Alayna's really been enjoying the make-up kit she got for Christmas - she volunteers to do Abby's make-up all the time. . .
Disgusting creatures.
Here's a stop-animation of one right here.
Remember this movie?  It's from the same people that made Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer, and coincidentally he stars in this spin-off disaster.  The plot's all over the damn place, but it centers around this Dumbo-esque child of incest (I'm assuming) hopping around through time, and Rudolph and a hodge-podge assortment of plucky sidekicks from history have to track the kid down before the vulture eats him. . . or something.  I don't know.  Don't watch this movie, it's painful.
After watching the horrible, horrible movie previously described, Kris and I decided to let the kids stay up as late as they wanted for the New Years Eve thing they do in Times Square every year (knowing full well the girls would both be passed out by 9pm anyway.)
Somehow, it just isn't  the same without Dick Clark's forced slurring.
Abby made it 'til about 9:00pm, thereabouts. . .
It's Sprite.  Relax.
Slainte.
(Alayna actually stayed up until 10:30 or so.)

Adieu, 2014.

- Brian