8.09.2004

Once again, it's been awhile. I've had a good excuse though - band camp. And please, no American Pie jokes. I've heard far too many of them.But anyway, YOU try marching from 8AM to 5PM everyday and see if you feel like blogging. To any fellow band geeks, I'm sure you know how I'm feeling. To the not-so-cool people out there, band camp is a mix of physical torture and emotion sickness (the symptoms of this vary, but often include grumpiness, stupidity, a lack of being able to form words properly, tiredness, and a loss of inhibitions), but somehow still manages to be...not fun, but satisfing. The bonding, the growing closer that everyone does is great. And it's hard to explain to non-band people how it feels when I get to all my sets at exactly the right time with the right amount of steps, am in the form just right, AND manage to play my music well. Ok, so that happened maybe twice, but it was so amazing. And then, we have the "I survived band camp!" party, which is always loads of fun. We have it at our drum major's house {Anna, sweetie, he doesn't play drums} and it's just great. I stayed out far too late playing games ranging from poker to BS to blackjack to Egyptian Rat Screw to spoons {or cans, if spoons aren't available} with mostly low brass people. I swear, the "low brizzile" is so weird! but lots of fun all the same. And I was fairly strange by then myself - someone grabbed the spoon at the same time I did. I bit him. He let go. I won. Go me.