GIGANTOMO BLOG TIME
!!WARNING: BIG POST APPROACHING!!
- Lets start with the beginning of where I left off... eh. Band camp. Twas alright. Wasnt too hectic or crazy, wasnt too hot, freshmen were tolerable (mostly,) and it was all just kinda laid back. More of a routine this year. I'm just never riding in the back of Keat's truck again. Ehh.
- What else happened... the soccer gathering on Saturday was certainly interesting. Whole bunch of new people came, including Cooper and Andrew R. and Tyler, who were actually good at soccer, unlike us other band geeks who just run around in circles. Then we played kickball for a bit, which was a new one. Then we had pizza, giant water fight, ran around with shirts off, yeah the usual.
- Later in the soccer night we all went to Patrick's lil dinner at Greenshields... honkin' good burgers there. And honkin' good (YET SWEET) cheesecake too. And lots and lots and lots and lots (and lots) of beer. And Patrick got this freakish new expensive-lookin' holographic alarm clock thing that looked rediculously pimped out.
- Then the NEXT day I drive all the way up to the good old VA for the Bob Marley concert up there. Featuring all of his sons and a few other peeps. Woke up at 4:30 (which wasnt fun considering that I went to sleep around 2:30 that morning) and drove it all the 4-hour long way up there. Chilled at my uncle's house, went to me other uncle's house, went back to the first uncle's house and went to the concert. And totally avoided any and all traffic because MapQuest gave us some random backwoods route (but hey, I'm not complaining.) Watched like 4 people get arrested before we actually got to our seats... that was interesting. Concert started out with... a rock band. A reggaeish rock band. But still a rock band. Not to discriminate, but all the white folks in the audience were like "ROCK ON" while the black folks were like "WTF..." Word to the organizers: you dont start a BOB MARLEY concert with a heavy metal rock band. With much screaming and cursing either. SO after they got off stage, Toots came on stage and the moods flipped. The black folks were like "ROCK ON" while the white folks were like "WTF...". Beh. I liked Toots better than the Marley brothers... funkified, that man is. And then the Marley brothers came up, and I couldnt hear them sing cause the frickin' audience wouldnt stop singing along. Ugh... oh well. Twas still fun. Highlights of the show though was when during Toots' last song, he brought up like 20 people from the audience, and at the end they all got to hug him or shake his hand or whatever and walk offstage. This random dude hangs around to be last off stage, and right when he's about to walk off, he takes the mic and screams "WEST VIRGINAAAAAA!!!!
WEST VIRGINAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!" ... Who the fuck gives a shoutout to West Virgina... I'll never truly understand concert-goers. Eh. Yeah, and then we drove back and it took forver and then I had to go to...
- Kelly's party! Which I was horribly late for. BLEAH. Marc told me to bring DDR and the pads and the PS2... and I get there to find that they already have all of this stuff. So my bag of stuff just sits there. Beh, not much to say about it, we basically played DDR all day and got everyone addicted to it. Kelly got to break the pinata, and she nearly killed Clark in the process. Girls with long pointy sticks that are blindfolded are scary. Ate cake, played DDR, opened the presents, played DDR, attempted to lift weights, played DDR... yeah, twas packed.
SCHOOL TOMORROW. SHOOT ME NOW.
~mEh~
