OH MY FUCKING GOD.
Okay, to start this thing off, I'm going to talk about the most god-awful thing to exist on this poor planet.
Not literally.
I'm in band, and I play the alto sax. This weekend we had to MARCH in 90 DEGREE WEATHER for about 3/4 a mile to a full mile, probably.
Not only that, we had to play this STUPID ASS SONG that hurts my fucking lips because the saxophones get only two breaks that are two measures long. We had to play this song for when we went to New York earlier this year, and I hated it and thought we were done.
BUT NOPE.
No way, hose (yes pronounced "hohz" not "hoh-zay"). We have to MARCH to it. With our feet IN SYNC and in the same spot but moving. The only part I actually like about marching band is when the drum line plays a cadence and we get to do a cool kick thingy.
So after the parade was done, my mom, being an absolute SAINT, is waiting at the high school with three coolers filled with water bottles for the entire band.
I chugged mine down before we even got to the band room. And the band room is right past the cafeteria, which is basically the first thing you walk into when you enter the school.
So once I put my saxophone away and walk outside. I get into a fire truck. This is because my dads a volunteer firefighter and he and some others were taking a fire truck through the parade. But he doesn't work for our towns fire department, but that's another story.
So I get in the fire truck and I'm SO HAPPY because there's air conditioning and water and I just get to sit back and relax. The lady next to me L I T E R A L L Y chugged an entire gallon of water and all I could think was "ME"
Anyway that's my story of the evil that is marching band.
