So, *that* was a long weekend.
This past Thursday after work, I boarded a bus heading for Downingtown, PA. It was time foe our annual East Coast Drum Corps journey– so we could compete head to head with our arch rival in the activity and finally get our show officially adjudicated.
I won’t keep you in suspense: we didn’t win. But the trip was by and large a big success.
We travelled 22 hours by bus, into the proverbial lion’s den, had little to no sleep, no quality rehearsal time, endured bus breakdowns, crowded facilities, little food, and we threw down one helluva show.
We lost, sure– but by less than a point. At our first officially judged performance which also just happened to be the Buccaneer’s home show. And our drums won high percussion. And the buzz is that we are legit and were not fairly scored.
22 hours is a long time to be cooped up in a bus. Not to mention the extra time we spent on the side of the interstate in Pennsylvania when the bus I was riding broke down. This fucked our schedule up just enough that our Friday rehearsal was a bit of a scramble. No food- just off the bus, line a field, rehearse, then do a runthrough for our rivals, the Bucs.
Then Saturday dawned (after a night of fitful sleep on a gym floor) to find that every performing ensemble was rehearsing at the show site before the show. Another corps had snaked one of our rehearsal fields which pissed off our staff big time! Then imagine, if you will, 7 drum corps, all at the same school, rehearsing loudly at the same time on adjacent football fields. And then using the same 3 bathroom stalls, 4 sinks and 6 shower heads in a school locker room to get ready to perform.
It was basically the definition of “Goat Fuck”.
Yet still we soldiered on and threw down in Downingtown. Our show wasn’t without errors, but still it was our best mid-season showing out East ever. Something to be proud of.
And I am. Very.
When all was said and done on Saturday evening, we loaded up the buses and prepared for another 22 hour ride home.
No breakdowns on the return trip– however the bus I was on (why is it always MY bus??) clipped a minivan while changing lanes when we were about 30 minutes from home. This caused an additional hour delay while the cops were called and accident reports filed, etc.
I finally got home around 10:45pm last night. So I’m about as worthless as tits on a boar today.
And guess what? This coming weekend we get to do it all over again with a bus trip to Racine, Wisconsin!!
I didn’t take many pictures during the trip because battery life on electronic devices is at a real premium during long bus trips. But I will leave you with this snapshot from one of our potty breaks:
P.S. And while my feet and ankles did swell a little during the long journey, I did not suffer the ‘cankles’ that I did in 2011.