10.19.2003

i am still wearing allison moe's shirt. (yeah, it's pretty hot.)

the la roadtrip was an overall good times trip, even though the team put us through another gut-wrenching loss in overtime, with fredrickson missing the kick. tedford magic didn't quite get through to the team this time around; i guess we'll all have to wait another season until the bears really kick some ass.

the bus trip there was very much a success, starting from boone's before onramp (and for four of us, boone's before college) and continuing with the glorious schedule of activities on the u.s.s. tarnished virginity. at the first rest stop, you could tell that a good majority of our bus was faded because everyone was almost creaming their pants on how good chicken mcnuggets tasted.

the debauchery continued up until about two hours before we reached los angeles proper, where we would sober up and have an hour of downtime until we had to perform at one of our major fundraising gigs, this time around in the wilshire ebell theatre. i met up with my mom, had her meet some good friends of mine, and played my heart out for some of these people who, for the whole time, had huge smiles on their faces.

we got back to the hotel, and eddie ordered a bottle of chardonnay from room service. david soon followed suit and ordered a new york strip steak that cost him twenty-five dollars. afterwards, we had a bitch session, and sooner or later it turned into a ginormous gossipfest involving many of the clarinets and disgusted faces.

the morning was more interesting: donuts were at six, and buses were to be loaded at seven-thirty, but around that time the self-proclaimed fearsome foursome room were all still sleeping. after four rounds of knocking on their door and calling the room, they finally woke up, no time to spare. and then, our dumpies (bus drivers for you non-band folks out there) all get lost, we finally end up on the rehearsal field, and it's already uncharacteristically hot, even for southern california weather.

we reached the rose bowl near eleven, whereupon we devoured our in-n-out lunches to make the tailgate party. then, march-up into the stadium, and finally, rest. (let's all deduce from this that wool uniforms with heavy vests and spats don't help in ninety-six degree weather.) i almost pulled myself out of pregame but i didn't; i just ended up sitting in the tunnel for most of the first quarter. you should have seen the band; we were all wearing just our dress shirts and pants. it looked, as one person said, "cute." we're bound to never do that again, so it was quite an experience to see the entire band without hats or jackets. at one junction in time i was in the company of close to about twenty people in the tunnel -- a good ninth of the band -- all dizzy and disoriented thanks to the heat.

the game was exciting, despite the loss, and the general air of "that's too bad" pervaded the bus ride back. not too badly, though; at least the roadtrip this time was more manageable than last year's (u$c...). the ride back was also pretty eventful: one of the buses had to leave because of some stupid bureaucratic thing they had to do, and in buttonwillow, we had "tom mclintock stop the car tax." the few hours after that, we played dare or dare, four rounds of ten fingers, and eventually, one by one, we would start to pass out due to a combination of exhaustion, alcohol, and motion sickness.

singing pregame was fun. brh was crazy until about three in the morning. i got back around then. and i've just slept, until of course i decided to wake myself up with no hangover (thankfully!) and lots and lots of water. hydration is good; we all know this from this roadtrip. and don't ever wear an undershirt under your full uniform, kids, you will die.

good times, good times. there's still music i have to copy out and a dance i have to remember,, but in any case, i will be catching up madly tonight until alias comes around and they explain some things about what happened to sydney.

los angeles was fun, but damn, berkeley is so good to me.

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