End of school year performance

So tomorrow, we go to Erin's end of school year performance.  This sounds innocent enough, until you hear the details.  Once I tell you all that, I'm sure you'll join me in wondering just what these people are smoking.

It starts at 8:30 am.
It is comprised entirely of musical numbers.
It is two hours long.
They can't tell us when our kid's class will be on so we can come just for that.
They ask that younger siblings not be brought.
We are expected to sign her out after it's over.

OK, where do we begin with how ridiculous this thing is?  Oh, I know.  TWO HOURS of musical numbers at 8:30 in the morning?!!  Are you KIDDING me?!  The only person I want to hear singing at that hour of the day is Johnny Cash on my iPhone. 

Secondly, we're not supposed to bring younger siblings, so in theory, we're supposed to find a babysitter at this ridiculous hour.  In theory, I could find one, but she is in Hinesville, which is half an hour from here, and it's entirely infeasible to get the boys there and get back for the thing, AND be here to put Erin on the bus.  Not to mention the quarter tank of gas we'd end up wasting in the process.  The babysitter thing is NOT happening.  The boys are coming to the show, and if anyone has anything to say about it, well.... let them.

I can just imagine the meeting to plan this thing.  The sadistic principal rubbing her hands together maniacally, and saying, "LET'S MAKE IT TWO HOURS LONG!!!"  Then Erin's crazy teacher chimes in, "ALL MUSICAL NUMBERS!!" and the janitor says, "MAKE IT START AT 8 IN THE MORNING!!!", and the cafeteria lady says excitedly, "AND SAY NO YOUNGER SIBLINGS ARE ALLOWED SO THAT THE ONES WHO DON'T HAVE FAMILY HERE REALLY HAVE TO SWEAT OVER IT!!!" Smiling evilly, the principal says, in a voice reminiscent of Montgomery Burns on The Simpsons, "Excellent.  We'll sell DVD's for $9.99, and send home flyers about it repeatedly, marking them as "First Notice, Second Notice, and Third Notice" as if they're late on their electric bill." and they all laugh together BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! The town of Pembroke will never be the same!!!

Tomorrow.  I think I'll take a giant thermos of coffee.  If they have a problem with that, well, too bad.