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 Posted: Sat Aug 28, 2004 8:24 pm
Ooh. My turn to post. Well, today was the Pueblo State Fair. Incidentally, there's a booth at the fair where you can win a goldfish as a prize. So, it's become a school tradition for the seniors to win a goldfish, and then eat it. Swallowed whole. Yummy, innit? And, since this year year is my senior year, you'd expect me to eat one, yes?
Here comes the sad part of the story. As some of you may know, I have a severe seafood allergy. Like, anaphylactic shock, choking, possibly death. Not good, in other words. I'm not sure if the goldfish would have set it off, but since I left my Epi pen at home, I couldn't seriously take the chance. So, I ended up as the only senior not to eat a goldfish.
*cries*
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Posted: Sun Aug 29, 2004 1:20 am
You didn't get to eat the fishy? I'm so sorry Oggy crying ....I'm sure you could make it up to him though 3nodding
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Posted: Sun Aug 29, 2004 8:48 am
Yaaay,fun..well, for one game a year, the middle school band [7th and 8th graders] gets to march with the highschool people... O_O Both of my years with that were..interesting.
In my 7th grade year, the highschoolers split, so we could march in... however, no one could see the other side [we practically spanned the field. O_O], so our lines were off by,like, 4 steps. And then we split again durning the show[it was really basic], and lateral slided, and when we came backtogether we were all messed up. O_O Our lines were so wavy,it sucked. XD Though me 'n my friend made perverted jokes on the way there.
In 8th grade,there was a huge downpour, so everyone was all confused... we were about to go back to the school around halftime, but at the last second they called us back on to march. We butchered the show, but it still was fun.
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Posted: Mon Aug 30, 2004 7:27 am
True story, guys...
About four years before I started high school, there was a very intense marching band practice going on at the main field (aka the football field). Apparently, one of the trumpeters got into a huge argument with the director, getting so pissed that he ripped his mouthpiece off his trumpet and hurled it across the field. The band director obviously sent him home. Later, they tried to find the mouthpiece to no avail.
My freshman year of high school, the board approved the resurfacing of the field and the installation of a new track. (This made a total mess and we had to have all of our home football games AND our home band show out of town.) One day, as the construction guys were removing the old turf, they came up on something shiny. Upon further inspection, they discovered that it was a mouthpiece. A trumpet mouthpiece, to be exact. With not a scratch on it, despite being buried (and thus most likely trampled on) under the turf for the past four years. Not knowing what else to do with it, they brought it to the band director.
And he knew exactly who it belonged to.
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Posted: Mon Aug 30, 2004 10:43 am
One time I got hit in the head with the color guard's rifle during halftime at a football game...wOOt!
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Posted: Mon Aug 30, 2004 1:55 pm
Elenriel Nimloth True story, guys... About four years before I started high school, there was a very intense marching band practice going on at the main field (aka the football field). Apparently, one of the trumpeters got into a huge argument with the director, getting so pissed that he ripped his mouthpiece off his trumpet and hurled it across the field. The band director obviously sent him home. Later, they tried to find the mouthpiece to no avail. My freshman year of high school, the board approved the resurfacing of the field and the installation of a new track. (This made a total mess and we had to have all of our home football games AND our home band show out of town.) One day, as the construction guys were removing the old turf, they came up on something shiny. Upon further inspection, they discovered that it was a mouthpiece. A trumpet mouthpiece, to be exact. With not a scratch on it, despite being buried (and thus most likely trampled on) under the turf for the past four years. Not knowing what else to do with it, they brought it to the band director. And he knew exactly who it belonged to. ha ha ha that's great!
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Posted: Wed Sep 01, 2004 12:35 pm
Our band just started a new tradition in which we wander around town taking pictures of us and things on a list our directior gives us. Last year, we scared some random people by having them pose with us in front of the movie theatre with a brother bear poster, and the ten people in our group forming a pyramid. Then there was my favorite where we went out to the country, grabbed a middle school band student, scooped up some manure, found a sting cd, wore birthday hats, and grabbed some pygmy goats. We had a really fun time, and I can't wait to do it again this year.
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Posted: Sun Sep 05, 2004 12:05 pm
Well, last year our band went to Husky Band Day (basically, a bunch of high school bands from across Washington go to Husky Stadium in Seattle and perform together at halftime). During the game, our band was in the bleachers just below another band. Our band is really... crazy, and at one point one of the guys took this girl's necklace. It was one of those ones that has a whole bunch of little silver balls all around it. They've become known as "balls" around my school. (You can see where this is going. xd ) Well, she wanted it back, and so we were all laughing and were like, "Hey, give her back her balls!" We were yelling it really loud, too. Then we looked up, and noticed these two girls from the other band were looking at us funny. One of my friends laughed and was like, "Hey, this is MILD compared to how we normally are." And it's true, too. XDD
I have more stories, but I'm lazy right now. ^^;; I'll type some up later.
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Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2004 6:15 am
o.o...truth and dare stories from bus rides home from games... lord...we come up with the scariest things to dare people... my best friend had to kiss her tenor player( a chick too)... and much more... it is almost like a tradition...for everyone to pile in the back and play truth and dare... i just hope we don't get caught for stuff...
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Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2004 5:29 pm
This is probably one of those "you had to be there stories" but I still love it...
last year our band went to Bushe Gardens for part of the band trip, and one of our percussionists had the worst things happen to their shirt..
First he got a nose bleed from one of the rides... so I felt bad for him cause he didn't have any money... So I bought him Ice cream for lunch cause he was hungy... (no this kid is pretty big... not to be mean or anything) so he got the biggest ice cream they had, now he couldn't handle the giant ice cream and dropped it on his already blood soaked shirt... A while later we forgot the meeting point to make sure everyone was ok, so we ended up walking all over Bushe Gardens twice... (now still keep in mind how big Bradley((the kid)) is) so he got tried so we took a break at the nearest place we could find... well all the benches were taken so he sat down on a stone wall surrounding a tree, (which of course had mulch in it) see where this is going??? Yep he fell asleep in it and rolled over in his sleep getting mulch all over his shirt... of course when he woke up there was a hot girl sitting right in front of him, and he had a very perverted view...(along with a very perverted mind) and the girls boyfriend chased him around threatening to kill him... so here he is with a sweaty, bloody, mulchy, chocolaty shirt... oh it was Hilarous!!!! There is more to the story but I'm lazy and tired from typing this much... xp
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Posted: Tue Sep 07, 2004 3:44 am
We sorta toilet papered the inside of our tour bus after the 1997 BOA competition in Johnston City, TN, because we were so excited about coming in 6th in the finals.
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Posted: Tue Sep 07, 2004 11:20 pm
saucemate This is probably one of those "you had to be there stories" but I still love it... last year our band went to Bushe Gardens for part of the band trip, and one of our percussionists had the worst things happen to their shirt.. First he got a nose bleed from one of the rides... so I felt bad for him cause he didn't have any money... So I bought him Ice cream for lunch cause he was hungy... (no this kid is pretty big... not to be mean or anything) so he got the biggest ice cream they had, now he couldn't handle the giant ice cream and dropped it on his already blood soaked shirt... A while later we forgot the meeting point to make sure everyone was ok, so we ended up walking all over Bushe Gardens twice... (now still keep in mind how big Bradley((the kid)) is) so he got tried so we took a break at the nearest place we could find... well all the benches were taken so he sat down on a stone wall surrounding a tree, (which of course had mulch in it) see where this is going??? Yep he fell asleep in it and rolled over in his sleep getting mulch all over his shirt... of course when he woke up there was a hot girl sitting right in front of him, and he had a very perverted view...(along with a very perverted mind) and the girls boyfriend chased him around threatening to kill him... so here he is with a sweaty, bloody, mulchy, chocolaty shirt... oh it was Hilarous!!!! There is more to the story but I'm lazy and tired from typing this much... xp
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Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2004 4:57 pm
you guys have really strange bands, but then again, I can't say much for my band. In the flute section alone, it's apparently tradition to break a piccolo. My sophomore year, we were playing the stars and stripes forever, with four picc players, and the day before the concert, my picc fell apart in my hands. Last year, we simply broke a picc in half. THis year, one flew off of a stand and the trill bar broke off.....and that's just the stuff I know about.
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2004 6:58 am
during pep band one night last year, one guy poured gatorade down his euphonium. What a mess! (but wow was it hilarious) I think two years ago we found a sock inside the tuba.
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2004 7:00 am
Elenriel Nimloth We sorta toilet papered the inside of our tour bus after the 1997 BOA competition in Johnston City, TN, because we were so excited about coming in 6th in the finals. At the North American Music Contest last year, our band came in third out of four bands... how wonderful is that gonk but the whole walk back to the bus, a couple friends and i started singing our parts in the song we played and were being so stupid in recreating the song with our voices. (the worst part was that we sang it better than we played it!)
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