Greetings, everyone. Tonight, me sitting here typing marks the end of a day comprised of essentially 14 hours of marching band activity in one day, with only the sustenance of bandwiches (lovingly named for their extreme succulence), and pizza. That's roughly two thirds of the day entirely devoted to marching band. It's a very volatile relationship, seeing as I love for these types of things, I find great appreciation of marching, and even more significantly so in playing my trumpet. I can't help myself, whenever the trumpet is in my hand I just have this insatiable urge to play it.
In addition to this, the band attended a USSBA finals here in our very own Rutgers stadium. I was staunchly reminded of how much I miss the high school competitive band circuit, and just how much fun I had at competitions. The excitement of being judged for how hard you've been working, chatting it up with other bands and discussing all the latest delicious band geek gossip, because there is so much of it, and waiting in eager anticipation of your scores. Nerd alert: I love it. I miss it so much, which is why I am so eager to return home to watch the band there; simultaneously, becoming more enraged with the fact that I cannot go home for several weeks.
I'm not writing much tonight because I'm dead tired, that's what I get for staying out late last night and then having two thirds of my day filled with band.
Guess what? There's more band activity tomorrow afternoon, as well. Should be fun. It also may kill me.