Later on, people were arguing about what we should preform next week and one member went on a lecture about people with alzheimer's and autism and how they respond to music (I tuned myself out during this).
I now know first hand why other drivers hate old ladies on the road. The woman who gave me a lift to practice is old enough to be my grandmother, and I couldn't help but notice the last minute lane changes at intersections and the car veering off towards the curb. Also, I guess they don't have a very good sense of direction, since she drove all around town to get us somewhere that could have only take 3 turns.
Well, I am home now. Gonna brave the old lady driving again next week, this time to Niagara Falls.