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Day is Done
Nov 24th, 2008 by Babs

I spent pretty much all of Saturday in Plymouth, for the Light Brigade’s final performance in the annual Thanksgiving Homecoming Parade (which, rumor has is, the folks of Plymouth hope will someday rival Macy’s parade). Thanks to Glenn waiting until the last possible fucking moment to ask his friend –who then flaked off– to fix the Taurus’ brakes, the car was undriveable so my uncle had to drive an hour out of his way to pick me up. I did reimburse him for gas, so aside from the fact that he had to get up an hour earlier, it wasn’t too much of an inconvenience.

We arrived in “Historical Plymouth” at 8:15 am as we were told the roads were to be closed down at 8:30. We then sat around for almost an hour for the stores to open. I needed my caffeine fix (via diet Mountain Dew) and my uncle wanted to try and find some sort of ear coverage that could be worn around our Aussie hats. Oddly the liquor store was already open. After I acquired my fix at Rite Aid we ventured over to Benny’s where my uncle found mini colored compact fluorescents. Elated, he grabbed a both a red and green one which he will use in his enclosed outdoor lights (once it warms up enough for him to put them and the other holiday lights up). We also found some fleece head wraps that were thin enough to fit under our hats.

At 10 am we began changing into our uniforms. Those of you who are familiar with drum corps already understand that it is not necessary to have a changing room (or a room at all, for that matter) to accomplish this. Did I mention it was fricken cold? Barely in the 20s before taking the windchill into consideration. And it was fricken windy, too. We were supposed to be dressed and ready to march to our spot in the queue at 9 am but given the forecast the Light Brigade’s manager insisted we hold off an hour and a half. “What are they gonna do?” he asked, “Not invite us back again, next year?” *laughs* In drips and drabs the corps. made it to our spot, where we continued to wait for another hour. I was wearing nylons and thick thermals under my uniform pants, with a snug fitting workout shirt, a thick thermal top, a long sleeved shirt and a short sleeved tee under the top. By the time we stepped off I swear my entire body was frozen. It didn’t help that my flag pole was metal, either.

We managed to make it through the parade, including the high winds at the waterfront that almost toppled the colorguard over. While we waited for our turn at the reviewing stand the guard chatted about what we were going to do next. Most of us are going to give a new corps., Bay State Sound, a chance but there is supposedly talk that the Boston Crusaders want the colorguard, as a whole unit, to join them (all but two of their colorguard are leaving). None of us is budging, though, until Sandy, our captain, is officially asked by the Crusaders to be their new captain.

After the parade, my uncle and I had lunch before we had to head over to the hall for our practice time. The corps. did a quick run through before the two of use went out in search of Irish Mist, a LB pre-show custom. We visited three liquor stores before we found it. By that time it was about an hour before we had to be ready for warm-up so we had a light dinner, found a spot near the hall to park and booked it into the practice hall. I was a wimp this time, opting to wear my coat and bringing my uniform with me to change into at the practice hall. The hall was packed. Apparently everyone else decided to show up early for their warm-ups, too. At 7:30 pm we hauled our equipment in and proceeded with our warm-up.

By 8:00 pm we were lining up in the Memorial Hall (as best as we could, given that someone decided to put a concession stand in the middle of the “green room” this year).

This is the show. Don’t let the title fool you. There are six parts, the rest of which you can find in the related section to the right. I’m to the right during most of the show. During a couple of tunes you don’t even see me (not neccesarily a bad thing as you miss me at the height of my performance high… and not see me nearly fall on my ass), but you do get to see my prized pink flag. *laughs*

After the show we turned in our equipment (Except the aforementioned flag. I sewed it. I was taking it with me, dammit!). Some of us went straight home or to the hotel. Others went back in to see the rest of the other corps. perform. Still others went back to the hall to get stuff left behind and give hugs to old friends. After my uncle nearly squeezed the stuffing out of a dear friend who had left the Light Brigade a few years ago, we grabbed our things and hit the highway. It took us about an hour and a half to get to Arlington. About an hour into the trip the post show buzz started wearing off and a knot developed in my stomach as I wondered what was next for me. I really don’t like the Crusaders’ music, though with the entire LB guard we can make anything they play look good. Glenn wants me to join them because (according to him) the Crusaders have black members and (also according to him) blacks don’t talk shit about each other. *rolls eyes* However, while we were waiting for our turn at the Memorial Hall we watched the Crusaders practice and I did not see one black person on the floor. I told Glenn this. He thinks I’m lying so that I can play with Bay State Sound, instead. *double eye roll*

Anyways, I’ve got two months to think about it. Hopefully the right direction will show itself.

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My final LJ post before the content strike
Mar 20th, 2008 by Babs

Doing some final stuff in prep for Anime Boston. I had to make an emergency run to Best Buy after discovering my camera’s battery had suddenly ceased to keep a charge. That’s $43 out of my spending allowance for this weekend. :P I finally got MBTA.com to behave itself and (after much playing around with addresses and other settings) now have a travel itinerary. Yay! Hopefully arriving two hours early will allow me enough time to pick up a pass before the opening ceremonies. If not, then oh well. I am debating on whether to sneak out with the pre-teen Sunday morning to catch the showings of Hamtaro eps. He used to love doing the Ham Ham dance at the end of each episode.

In other news, I had forgone the uploading of last year’s show in Everett because we are scheduled to do this year’s show next week and I figured I could just upload the new show (that, and the fact that last year’s show didn’t contain much of the color guard despite it being a color guard/percussion competition). Alas, if we do the show at all, it won’t be anything like the Plymouth show which is what I was hoping for since I cannot seem to obtain a video of THAT show. Barry is having a cow over the fact that he has only three drummers. Never mind that we only have half the guard to work with. *sigh* Gee. I wonder where those rumors about the corps. folding could be coming from?

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Drama Llama Ding Dong
Mar 1st, 2008 by Babs

Wednesday night I arrived at color guard practice to learn our captain/instructor, Sandy, had quit, due to “irreconcilable differences”. I’m wondering if we can impeach our Board, Manager and President. Over the last two years the corps. has lost a good many members to other alumni groups, so the last thing we need to drive more away. But what do they do? They piss off an important staff member. One who could take at least half the guard with her. I can only think of two reasons that would be severe enough to make Sandy quit. One is that she’s being forced to write a whole new show for the guard, the other is that they let Ellie back. Either of those would probably make the rest of the color guard leave. We tried the whole new show thing last year. It was HELL! We weren’t given ample practice space, let alone ample practice time, so stress ran amuck. We made it clear to the Board we weren’t going to do it again. As for Ellie, well she’s a fucking bitch that nobody wants to work with. :D

Thursday Amber T. Pusscat scared the beejezus out of me when she went hiding under the Teen’s bed for a day, after a night of spewing and shitting everywhere. I have no idea what caused it, but she is obvioulsy feeling better now. Both this morning and evening she jumped into my lap at meal time to remind me she hadn’t been fed, yet. I’ll have to keep a close eye on her to see if she’s getting into anything that I’m not aware of.

Thursday night Glenn secured himself a part-time job at a local liquor store. Yes, the alcoholic will soon be spending his nights surrounded by booze. *facepalm*

I received an email from Sandy last night. Apparently those irreconcilable differences were reconcilable after all. She’ll be back next week. I just hope they caved, not her.

My wrist is now wrapped up in a nifty wrist brace because the combo of color guard, hand washing clothes, and surfing the internets has wrecked havoc on it. It is much fun trying to weight train with it on. Not. I have no choice, however, because the free weights put stress on my wrist, too.

I found this in my email this just a bit ago: http://www.savetheinternet.com/blog/2008/02/25/comcast-blocking-first-the-internet-now-the-public/ I didn’t think Comcast could sink any lower. Sadly they have proved me wrong. I think it’s time we vote them off the planet.

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And so it begins
Nov 11th, 2007 by Babs

Next Friday I will be on my way to Plymouth for their annual Hometown Thanksgiving celebration. Friday night will be spent at Sam Diego’s, getting piss drunk in honor of my 43rd birthday. The following morning will be spent staggering about with a flag and a well deserved hangover in what will most likely be rainy and freezing conditions, before performing one final runthrough for the concert that night.

Today, after marching for two miles in Malden’s Veteren’s Day parade (which I can’t for the life of me figure out why they still put on since NO ONE comes out to see it), I spent three hours going over the Plymouth show with the rest of the guard. In a hot gym. On only three hours of sleep. With Nancy constantly bitching at me because I’m too close to her when in reality she’s five feet to the left of where she should be. By the time we did the final run through for the day I was barely able to remember the carriage or control my flags. Thankfully the few times they went flying, they didn’t hit Nancy. :P

So, starting tomorrrow, I have to practice every day until I can literally do the show with my eyes closed. Hoepfully I will accomplish this by Friday. This is the only way I’m going to be able to get through the concert. If I have to rely on watching others, even for cues, not only will I be a nervous wreck, but I will undoubtedly watch THE WRONG PERSON and make every mistake they make.

I also need to consider adding weights to my Danny Boy flag. Compared to the lame’ monstrocity I use just before it, it’s as light as a feather. Since it’s kind of hard to switch gears that quickly I predict that if I don’t weigh it down that puppy’s gonna end up in the audience by the end of “Matilda” (which wouldn’t be a problem ‘cept I still need it for “Danny Boy”). *laughs*

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