well... that's depressing

So on Saturday is my first major marching band competition at Giants Stadium in New York. I'm thrilled, really. So my mom said she wasn't coming but that's okay because she never does. I was still happy because I'm like "yeah dad's coming and he'll be so proud of me!!!" (since he was in marching band since high school too). So I'm on the phone with my dad and he says.....
"It's okay if I go to the Rutgers game on Saturday right?"
....what.... just.... what? I nearly burst into tears. Part of the reason I'm doing marching band is to make him proud of me, since he always hated me being a cheerleader. I'm having my first major band competition and you ditch it for a RUTGERS FOOTBALL GAME?! He goes to them a lot and I mean A LOT! I'm just so heart broken... this is a first, and the reason it's called a first is because it happens ONCE for the FIRST time. I just can't believe it!!! Hopefully my best friend's parents will be there. They consider me their daughter too and treat me a bit better.

I'm just so sad and angry......

XOXO
Crushed D's