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Ichabod!

A Physicist's Guide to Smoked Gouda

 

2001-01-03 03:50:46

i wish i were back in warm and sunny arizona. it was like springtime, you could virtually smell the band hook ups in the air. three or four nights i hung out with the trumpets, one night with the managers, and one night with the basses. i also played laser tag with some baritones!

but foremost, im worried about brian. last time i saw him, i was hanging out with a bunch of drunk basses in his room while he puked his guts out and passed out, deathly pale. ((hes pale to begin with, anyway)) i feel so terrible for having been there to see that, and not being able to help. why did he decide to drink so much vodka after not eating all day long? i hope he doesnt remember me being there. i hope hes okay! he seemed really sick, and the last thing i saw on his door was a "do not disturb" sign at nine, two hours after he was supposed to leave. i hope dirty or whomever managed to drag him to his shuttle this morning. i hope hes okay!

but besides all that, so many awesome things happened on that trip. i love band trips! except for the game and having to put up with adam, i had the most wonderful time. im glad i brought my bathing suit, because it came in handy for the hot tub. i loved going barefoot in the dry grass for rehearsal. i loved marching in the parades. i wish i were still there! i loved hanging out in tempe, i loved the restaurants and the shops and the nightclubs. and i loved the late night talks and discussions with the other managers. those were the best. ((stephanie is engaged!))

dilemma: do i try out on trumpet again next year or be a manager? i love the part of being a manager where i get to hang out with whatever section i want to, like asking to play laser tag with the baritones or partying with the trumpets, or hanging out with the basses. but then again, the managers get treated like shit sometimes.

::sighs::

a man looked up at me as i boarded the plane . . ."i always did like red hair.. . . youre irish?" "yes, my mother is" "i thought so" this would be the first time anyone has ever identified me as irish by my appearance. which is odd, cause my hair only looks red since i dyed it purple, and red hair looks ridonkulous on me anyway with my dark skin and eyes.

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