I reread the article about Frodo being sentenced for the forth time, and I was kinda talking to my friend about it.
And I just stated crying.
I asked her to hangout, and she told me she had a date. She offered to cancel, but I wasn’t going to let her cancel last minute on some poor guy.
Then she called me, telling me all these things. Like how she’d just walk out there and tell him goodbye, that her mother would pick me up and I could just hang out at her house, that she’s ditching our friend tomorrow and hanging out with me, that her mom wants me to spend the night there and that she’s going to call me when she gets out of the movies.
And I just cried harder. I could barely speak to her.
Friday: I left for Reading at 430. We stopped for Chickfila on the way, and picked up a girl on the sabre line in Pottstown. Our arrival time was 738 when we finally headed over from her house to the practice site, when practice was supposed to start at 730. When we got there, there weren’t many others there. Not even our instructors. Practice didn’t really get started until 830. We filled in the closer rifle feature and called it a night at 10:30. On the way back to the house, we stopped at Wal-Mart to get makeup for the show. I was showered, dressed for the next morning, and tucked away in my air mattress by midnight.
Saturday: I was awake by 3:20, packed everything up and left the house. We stopped at Wawa on the way, so I could get a poptart and some orange juice. We were back at the practice site by 4:10, to load a bus at 4:30. The buses didn’t leave until 5:30, and we were on our way to Connecticut. I tried to sleep in my seat for the first half hour or so, but resorted to sleeping on the floor. By the time we got to Connecticut to practice, I was feeling refreshed. We were in sectionals before lunch, and I was pleased with that. I’m not a big ensemble fan. The rifle line ran the new closer chunk until lunch, which was at 11.
We got fed lunch, one of the many pleasures of The Reading Buccaneers, for 5 dollars. It was the basic sandwiches, pasta salad, fruit salad, chips, pretzels and cookies we always get. My turkey and cheese sandwich was a little soggy..I didn’t enjoy. But I did enjoy one of the boys on the rifle line’s story of how he got crabs. (the story was that for winterguard some people stayed over his house and another guy used a towel of his. He wasn’t told he used his towel until after he used it on himself. Turns out, the guy who used the towel without warning had crabs,) Our lunch hour was a brisk 45 minutes (it usually really is an hour, sometimes longer).
After lunch we got back into sectionals, where we ran the same chunks from the closer, and ran through the rest of the show to be in ensemble by 2something. Ensemble was ensemble, we chunked through lots of the show many times. We ran though one chunk in the closer (before our new work started) about 7 or 8 times, and the rifles got a lot or compliments on that chunk. We seemed to perform it pretty well, and it was a lot of fun when we did. When the wholoe section gets compliments like that I really love it. We ran through the closer in chunks, and through the ballad. After running the opener, we did a run through.
This run didn’t feel like any other run before. There was no wind to freak me out, and I really had a great run. This, however, left me way out of breath by the end of the opener. The ballad is my time to breathe, because even though I’m still spinning my tits off (like in the opening flag number and the second weapon song), it’s mainly holding work and it’s much slower than the rest of the show. Plus, it’s sabre. So I don’t have to push as hard as I do for rifle. And the beginning of the closer is unwritten, so that’s enother few sets to just breathe and march. When the rifle work does start for the closer, I love it. It starts with a bang and goes out with one too. And the ending flag work, although only 7 sets, is balls. The tempo is 200 bpm, and I start on the front side line and end up in the middle of the front and back hashes. That ending in itself is a hefty workout. But, at the end, I had a pretty swell run.
After our ending talk we loaded the buses and had 2.5 hours to shower, eat, and get ready for warm up. We had a swell warmup, and I was completely pumped for the performance. As I set in my opening set, I heard a “GO MURTHAAAAAA” coming from the stands. I looked, and spotted my friend from the Bushwackers in the audience. He gave me a lot of crap when I told him I was marching Reading, and it meant a lot that he watched us. I laid down the best show I could. I dropped my rifle on a six that normally gives me the business, but I caught the running quad that used to give me the most business of all. That made me pleased as punch, and my smile was never fake. Performing for a responsive crowd is my favorite thing in the entire world. Especially when I catch my shit.
Coming off the field, we dumped off our equipment at the buses and collected our own. We brought it all over to the warmup field, and then we waied for maybe a half hour for retreat to begin. During this time, I made it a priority to find my bushwacking friends and mingle with them. They were all so happy to see me, and I was so happy to see them all. I really love them, but I’m glad I moved on. I was told they don’t spin much this year. That makes me sad for them. Especially since last year I heard some of the Buccaneers were jealous the Bushwackers spin as much as they did, and that Reading doesn’t spin difficult twirls. This year, that’s totally not the case.
SUNDAY: We got first with an 82.613, and high everything, including color guard. It’s been years since we won High Colorguard over the Connecticut Hurricanes, and we were all excited over that. We stayed for our encore performance, where the weapons (myself especially) shit on ourselves. We got our “What the hell was that?!” and were sent on our way. We sang our corps song and went back to the buses, changed, and left by midnight. We stopped at McDonald’s, all 150 of us. By the time we were back on the road it was 1:30. Once again, I was asleep on the floor. We pulled into our practice site at approximately 4 AM. We loaded the car, and left.
On the way home we got pulled over, but I didn’t care much because I was half asleep anyway. My friend made conversation with the cop, told him things I thought weren’t necessary, and was just told she had a tail light out. After that I legit fell asleep, and woke up around the time we got to my house, about 6:15. I trekked most of my things in the house, and immeadiately fell into bed. I slept until 3:40 this afternoon, got up, ate, decided I didn’t want to watch TV, and went back to bed until after 8. Then I woke up, asked my mom to get me chinese food, and ate it. I watched Die Mommie Die! and complained a lot about how Will and Grace isn’t on Lifetime anymore. Now, I think I’m going to read Ishmael a little and go back to sleep.
As hectic and exhausted I am right now, I wouldn’t have it any other way. However, I have a feeling that’s how Junior Corps is. In which case, I wouldn’t want to do that every single day.That’s just balls.