The trip? Eh... it was decent.
OK, I took lots of pics chronicalling the trip from my house and kinda back. I would post them but omfg, I took like 173 pics and 3 vids.
Not as epic as I thought it was going to be. First off, the weather was just real shitty on the way. I mean, when we flew, it was all clear, you can see the little puffy clouds... and then it becomes a sheet so, you're just looking at a sheet of white below you and above it is the blue sky and sun. NOTHING is up there. So, I guess when we hit about oh, the state of Texas, it kinda got grey. Pilot comes on the intercom, tells us to fasten the seatbelts because of potential turbulance. Well, I knew the weather was shitty then, but I shrugged it off. Turns out that we flew through some damn thunderstorms, and that there were actually tornado warnings and such going on later on in the night. I didn't get to sit near the window, just the aisle... tried writing something on Epsilon, which evolved into writing on a napkin during the band banquet... which I always wanted to try.
I didn't write anything at all, because I was so busy freezing my ass off during practice, doing nothing since my alternate all of the sudden wanted to march...pissed me off to no end, and my demeanor was just shot to hell for the rest of the trip. My knees were hurting and my feet... god. Half of the time, my fingers were so cold, I could barely bend them; having a metal instrument didn't help at all. And I misplaced my gloves so I had to bum off of someone. I also didn't write because my body shut itself down without me realizing it. One event that comes to mind was when we went to see Deja Vu. I went to sleep after 30 minutes, and didn't wake up until 45 minutes were left. I pretty much had enough info to where I went 'oh, so that's what happened'. That ending was a real twist though. We were all like "NOOO DENZEL" but, he came back and we were like "OH SNAP, HE'S ALIVE". The opening credits were cool because they played it twice. I barely caught the Touchstone Pictures, but when they showed the one with the road and the lighting, everyone went, "What the shit?". Awesome effect.
I got nothing, except a gymish bag, sweatpants, scarf, a little hat, gloves that don't fit my hands, 2 bottles of scented showergel from Bath and Body Works, 6 pens because I lost one on the plane so this was more of a just in case thing...I think that's it. No books, no games... I wanted to go to Barnes and Noble, but it was too far from the hotel and taking the taxi would be expensive. So, I basically traveled by foot. Which was a bad idea since I have flat feet and I had the wrong shoes. And, I should've listened to my parent on the whole take the huge jacket since it's gonna be cold... yeah, that fucking wind cut RIGHT through me.
Oh, and we didn't go to the Dallas game. Fucking jerks didn't have enough tickets for us; we needed 400. Now, why ask us to play for halftime and you don't have that many? I thought about just going for halftime and leave right after. Fucking jerks; they deserved to lose v. Detroit anyway.
Oh, I actually did write. Had to get the idea on napkin before I lost it. I would type it down but you know, it's real spoilersome, and I'm not sure I'm good writing sentimental stuff. I dunno, you be the judge when I post it.
I'll write somemore later. I'm still kinda recovering from the trip...
Not as epic as I thought it was going to be. First off, the weather was just real shitty on the way. I mean, when we flew, it was all clear, you can see the little puffy clouds... and then it becomes a sheet so, you're just looking at a sheet of white below you and above it is the blue sky and sun. NOTHING is up there. So, I guess when we hit about oh, the state of Texas, it kinda got grey. Pilot comes on the intercom, tells us to fasten the seatbelts because of potential turbulance. Well, I knew the weather was shitty then, but I shrugged it off. Turns out that we flew through some damn thunderstorms, and that there were actually tornado warnings and such going on later on in the night. I didn't get to sit near the window, just the aisle... tried writing something on Epsilon, which evolved into writing on a napkin during the band banquet... which I always wanted to try.
I didn't write anything at all, because I was so busy freezing my ass off during practice, doing nothing since my alternate all of the sudden wanted to march...pissed me off to no end, and my demeanor was just shot to hell for the rest of the trip. My knees were hurting and my feet... god. Half of the time, my fingers were so cold, I could barely bend them; having a metal instrument didn't help at all. And I misplaced my gloves so I had to bum off of someone. I also didn't write because my body shut itself down without me realizing it. One event that comes to mind was when we went to see Deja Vu. I went to sleep after 30 minutes, and didn't wake up until 45 minutes were left. I pretty much had enough info to where I went 'oh, so that's what happened'. That ending was a real twist though. We were all like "NOOO DENZEL" but, he came back and we were like "OH SNAP, HE'S ALIVE". The opening credits were cool because they played it twice. I barely caught the Touchstone Pictures, but when they showed the one with the road and the lighting, everyone went, "What the shit?". Awesome effect.
I got nothing, except a gymish bag, sweatpants, scarf, a little hat, gloves that don't fit my hands, 2 bottles of scented showergel from Bath and Body Works, 6 pens because I lost one on the plane so this was more of a just in case thing...I think that's it. No books, no games... I wanted to go to Barnes and Noble, but it was too far from the hotel and taking the taxi would be expensive. So, I basically traveled by foot. Which was a bad idea since I have flat feet and I had the wrong shoes. And, I should've listened to my parent on the whole take the huge jacket since it's gonna be cold... yeah, that fucking wind cut RIGHT through me.
Oh, and we didn't go to the Dallas game. Fucking jerks didn't have enough tickets for us; we needed 400. Now, why ask us to play for halftime and you don't have that many? I thought about just going for halftime and leave right after. Fucking jerks; they deserved to lose v. Detroit anyway.
Oh, I actually did write. Had to get the idea on napkin before I lost it. I would type it down but you know, it's real spoilersome, and I'm not sure I'm good writing sentimental stuff. I dunno, you be the judge when I post it.
I'll write somemore later. I'm still kinda recovering from the trip...