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So it hasn't really rained much at all for the last two months. The one weekend we have loads of outdoor plans...it pours.
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lyriendel and her boy and shnayder came down to Jersey to play with us. We all got rather wet. But had fun anyway. Ooh ah.
Saturday, we all tromped down to Princeton to go to the football game. Of course, it poured like crazy. Warm, at least.
It was the kind of day where your feet go "squelchy-squelchy-squelchy" in the puddles inside your shoes.
Anyway, the game was fairly lousy. We were down by 13 in the first three minutes. Then things settled into boredom.
However...the halftime was the single most fun halftime I've ever participated in.
As we're lining up on the field, the band officers are informed by athletics that not only did they not realize that the Colgate band wasn't going to do a halftime show, they canceled the promotion. Which means that the Princeton band has, with no warning, an entire halftime to do whatever we want to.
Problem is, we only had a six minute show written.
The conductor makes the snap decision that we're adding "Basketcase" to the list of songs we're playing. The president calls the announcer, who's already in the press box, on her cell, and tells him to make something up to go between the old last song and the new last song. We got through the original show (which was decent). And then the announcer basically starts adlibbing. And he's really funny. Really, really funny - I've heard written jokes that were less funny than the stuff he made up off the cuff. We finish playing "Basketcase"...and we still have, like, 10 minutes to use. So the conductor declares on the spot that we're going to play "Children of Sanchez". And we do. Since we don't actually have any formations to go along with this, we end up forming a spontaneous conga line that dances around the field. The announcer narrates at random. We scramble all over the place. It was totally nuts, and incredibly fun. Whee!
Sunday, we went to the Renaissance Faire out in PA. Loooong drive. And a very cramped backseat.
We'd been rather apprehensive after the deluge the day before. Especially since several of us were wearing costumes. (Lyriendel and I spent Saturday night frantically soaking brand new capes in hot water, trying to make the color fixed so it wouldn't dye us teal and magenta if we got rained on.) Fortunately, we ended up with yucky grey skies but no rain.
Much fun was had at the Ren Faire. Although I was horribly disappointed that when I finally found the apple dumpling seller, they'd run out. Shnayder discovered that his pointy hat was a magic chick magnet - he got hit on by a pirate queen and the mistress of revelry and bought himself two wenches at the wench auction. (And all I got was compliments from Shakespeare.)
I discovered yesterday that our toaster oven hates me. In an attempt to turn stale bread into toasted bread crumbs, I was gifted with a pile of smoky charcoal.
lyriendel and her boy and shnayder came down to Jersey to play with us. We all got rather wet. But had fun anyway. Ooh ah.Saturday, we all tromped down to Princeton to go to the football game. Of course, it poured like crazy. Warm, at least.
It was the kind of day where your feet go "squelchy-squelchy-squelchy" in the puddles inside your shoes.
Anyway, the game was fairly lousy. We were down by 13 in the first three minutes. Then things settled into boredom.
However...the halftime was the single most fun halftime I've ever participated in.
As we're lining up on the field, the band officers are informed by athletics that not only did they not realize that the Colgate band wasn't going to do a halftime show, they canceled the promotion. Which means that the Princeton band has, with no warning, an entire halftime to do whatever we want to.
Problem is, we only had a six minute show written.
The conductor makes the snap decision that we're adding "Basketcase" to the list of songs we're playing. The president calls the announcer, who's already in the press box, on her cell, and tells him to make something up to go between the old last song and the new last song. We got through the original show (which was decent). And then the announcer basically starts adlibbing. And he's really funny. Really, really funny - I've heard written jokes that were less funny than the stuff he made up off the cuff. We finish playing "Basketcase"...and we still have, like, 10 minutes to use. So the conductor declares on the spot that we're going to play "Children of Sanchez". And we do. Since we don't actually have any formations to go along with this, we end up forming a spontaneous conga line that dances around the field. The announcer narrates at random. We scramble all over the place. It was totally nuts, and incredibly fun. Whee!
Sunday, we went to the Renaissance Faire out in PA. Loooong drive. And a very cramped backseat.
We'd been rather apprehensive after the deluge the day before. Especially since several of us were wearing costumes. (Lyriendel and I spent Saturday night frantically soaking brand new capes in hot water, trying to make the color fixed so it wouldn't dye us teal and magenta if we got rained on.) Fortunately, we ended up with yucky grey skies but no rain.
Much fun was had at the Ren Faire. Although I was horribly disappointed that when I finally found the apple dumpling seller, they'd run out. Shnayder discovered that his pointy hat was a magic chick magnet - he got hit on by a pirate queen and the mistress of revelry and bought himself two wenches at the wench auction. (And all I got was compliments from Shakespeare.)
I discovered yesterday that our toaster oven hates me. In an attempt to turn stale bread into toasted bread crumbs, I was gifted with a pile of smoky charcoal.
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Date: 2005-10-11 06:26 pm (UTC)From: (Anonymous)