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I'm sorry you had to miss this one travis...
Choir tour '05 was much better than the previous. The lack of certain individuals is 100% responsible for this shift. Paul and I were able to stay with Travis each night (thanks to Esther for putting this together! I know Ididn't ask, but I was hoping). A lot of fun will surely be forgotten, some has been kept alive because of Paul's video camera, but one will likely stay with me forever... [screen becomes cloudy and fades while chords are arppegiated (sorry) quickly on the harp]
I had been sick since the second night stay. The water didn't get along well with me. I later became bloated and sharp pains where attacked the lower part of my abdomen and my body was sore and weak as the immune system stepped in to fight of the disease. I had already been nearing dehydration, but the water here had scared me into avoiding the clear liquid as much as I was capable. I fought to sleep that night and to wake the next morn'. I managed to secure four bottles of water the next day (thanks to Beth, my sacked lunch, and the next church we went to), yet my urine was still colored and it hurt a lot to let it out, etc.
The last day of the four, we parked near a Meijer while we waited to meet up with a member of our group who needed to be at his church that Sunday morning. As we waiting, I journeyed to the store and acquired a gallon of Natural Spring Water ™.
I worked at my jug for the rest of the day. I made it the hour and one half until the next church. I made it though our one our program. I didn't make it the hour+ ride home. The half hour delay at Dairy Queen set me back at least twenty minutes. The movement and ice cream probably didn't help. About thirty minutes from home I asked if we could stop. Esther promised to stop at the next rest stop. The next exit had two gas stations, but it wasn't a rest stop, so we continued on. I looked ahead and saw darkness. No bright lights. No giant green exit signs.
After three miles we approached another exit with a few truck stops. Would we stop here? Nope. After we passed another viable stop point, I decided I return to the front of the bus and add some Urgency. I asked for the next exit. After a short conversation with the bus driver concerning the possibility of finding a rest area, I assumed we were talking the next stop regardless. I returned to my seat to hop, while sitting, and stifle tears. I laid my head on the seat in front of me so as to not stare into the void in front of us.
I occasionally peeked up, on the fourth hopeful glance, I saw the reflecting blue and white on the right of the road. RELIEF! OR NOT!!! We drove past.
I stood up, removed my coat from the above compartment, and grabbed my 4/5 emptied water jug.
I had the equipment, but not yet the nerve.
Now, it's important to know that, for the sake of time, I've omitted the rest of the cast until now. My endeavor began simply with my seatmate, Stephanie. I whined to her (as I do) and she encouraged me to stick it though. Soon, she began to recognize the danger of our lack of time. Soon, she was mentioning the bottle that had started this problem.
In front and behind were three more women, and one man: Beth, Megan, Deana, and Mark. Deana sympathized the best way Iknow (the play it off with laughter method) while Megan and Beth initially dismissed my convulsing as typical Staib insanity.
Jon Hatter soon joined the fun. He too was for the water bottle.
Now, you see, I've never peed in a moving vehicle and I've never peed into such a contained container. Oh, and I've never gone while talking to four girls with them listening and such. So, I was obviously reluctant yet minutes from sharing the contents of my bladder with everyone.
I thought for a few seconds while I placed my coat over my mid-section then I went for it.
I won't go into the anatomy of it, but since I was sitting and I didn't want to move too much, I had difficulties keeping it going and finishing the deal. In the end, I wound up with less on my pants than I could have had, but more than I'd like, of course.
It was another four miles before we stopped.
[end story time]
p.s. Three other peed in bottles between the time I asked to stop and the time we stopped.
Choir tour '05 was much better than the previous. The lack of certain individuals is 100% responsible for this shift. Paul and I were able to stay with Travis each night (thanks to Esther for putting this together! I know Ididn't ask, but I was hoping). A lot of fun will surely be forgotten, some has been kept alive because of Paul's video camera, but one will likely stay with me forever... [screen becomes cloudy and fades while chords are arppegiated (sorry) quickly on the harp]
I had been sick since the second night stay. The water didn't get along well with me. I later became bloated and sharp pains where attacked the lower part of my abdomen and my body was sore and weak as the immune system stepped in to fight of the disease. I had already been nearing dehydration, but the water here had scared me into avoiding the clear liquid as much as I was capable. I fought to sleep that night and to wake the next morn'. I managed to secure four bottles of water the next day (thanks to Beth, my sacked lunch, and the next church we went to), yet my urine was still colored and it hurt a lot to let it out, etc.
The last day of the four, we parked near a Meijer while we waited to meet up with a member of our group who needed to be at his church that Sunday morning. As we waiting, I journeyed to the store and acquired a gallon of Natural Spring Water ™.
I worked at my jug for the rest of the day. I made it the hour and one half until the next church. I made it though our one our program. I didn't make it the hour+ ride home. The half hour delay at Dairy Queen set me back at least twenty minutes. The movement and ice cream probably didn't help. About thirty minutes from home I asked if we could stop. Esther promised to stop at the next rest stop. The next exit had two gas stations, but it wasn't a rest stop, so we continued on. I looked ahead and saw darkness. No bright lights. No giant green exit signs.
After three miles we approached another exit with a few truck stops. Would we stop here? Nope. After we passed another viable stop point, I decided I return to the front of the bus and add some Urgency. I asked for the next exit. After a short conversation with the bus driver concerning the possibility of finding a rest area, I assumed we were talking the next stop regardless. I returned to my seat to hop, while sitting, and stifle tears. I laid my head on the seat in front of me so as to not stare into the void in front of us.
I occasionally peeked up, on the fourth hopeful glance, I saw the reflecting blue and white on the right of the road. RELIEF! OR NOT!!! We drove past.
I stood up, removed my coat from the above compartment, and grabbed my 4/5 emptied water jug.
I had the equipment, but not yet the nerve.
Now, it's important to know that, for the sake of time, I've omitted the rest of the cast until now. My endeavor began simply with my seatmate, Stephanie. I whined to her (as I do) and she encouraged me to stick it though. Soon, she began to recognize the danger of our lack of time. Soon, she was mentioning the bottle that had started this problem.
In front and behind were three more women, and one man: Beth, Megan, Deana, and Mark. Deana sympathized the best way Iknow (the play it off with laughter method) while Megan and Beth initially dismissed my convulsing as typical Staib insanity.
Jon Hatter soon joined the fun. He too was for the water bottle.
Now, you see, I've never peed in a moving vehicle and I've never peed into such a contained container. Oh, and I've never gone while talking to four girls with them listening and such. So, I was obviously reluctant yet minutes from sharing the contents of my bladder with everyone.
I thought for a few seconds while I placed my coat over my mid-section then I went for it.
I won't go into the anatomy of it, but since I was sitting and I didn't want to move too much, I had difficulties keeping it going and finishing the deal. In the end, I wound up with less on my pants than I could have had, but more than I'd like, of course.
It was another four miles before we stopped.
[end story time]
p.s. Three other peed in bottles between the time I asked to stop and the time we stopped.