Jump!

Yesterday Scott and I got up early to go over to Epcot to watch the US Army Golden Knights parachute team jump into the park. It was pretty neat... but not at all what I was expecting. I really thought that it would be like those skydivers you see on TV who hold hands and make a circle, or dive through hula hoops. These guys just jumped. They did have colored smoke though... that was neat.

After the jump, we headed over to the UK pavilion to get some fish & chips for lunch. Then we meandered through the World Showcase, stopping to check out the wares in Japan, watching a set from the Voices of Liberty, and checking out the special guest band at the big stage, the US Army Volunteers.

When you hear the words "army" and "band" in the same sentence, are you expecting some sort of drum & bugle corps or marching band? I was. Instead, we were treated to the musical stylings of Major Dad's garage band. There were five middle-aged men in ARMY t-shirts, camouflage pants, and combat boots performing a little motown, a little R&B, and we walked out when they started to kill a Dave Matthews Band song. I won't say that they were awful. I won't even say they were the worst act to ever grace that stage (after all, they brought back Cookin' - a group of Chinese guys whose "performance art" was cutting vegetables - two years in a row during the Food & Wine Festival). But they weren't good. And if you're going to have a band playing contemporary music, seemingly to make it look like Joe Average Twenty Year Old has the chance of joining the Army and not going to Iraq, why not have five twenty-somethings in said band?

Anyway, here's some pictures I took yesterday. As you can tell, it's hard to get a good shot of people jumping out of a plane a 1/2 mile up and 1/4 mile away.