Saturday started off well in the fact that we only needed to arrive at 1330, but also the fact that it was finally sunny. Admittedly our meeting area had been taken over by a bunch of cross-dressing lady-boys who purported to be gabbering, but that did nought to dampen our spirits.
We arrived, and suited up for Beethoven. Which was good. Then came Thunderbirds, which was also good, although Jake and I managed to inadvertently swap sousaphones, which made for an awkward moment halfway down the stairs when we realised. Then came pizza time, and the revelation of the Drum Majors: Alix, Jordan and Julian. We thank profusely the outgoing Drum Majors (Belinda, Scott and Zoe) for their work this year. Not only that, all the year 12s got a snazzy paperweight.
We really threw it down for the final performance (see what I did there - clever). It was awesome. During Thunderbirds, plots were hatched to swap instruments. I had a mervellous time walking through doorways without the need for contortion thanks to Liam's trombone. But then Katrina told us off. So we swapped back.
The finale dance was off the hook thanks to my colourguard buddies Peta and Naomi, followed by a ridiculous march back replete with Liam dressed as Virgil and hundreds of screaming fans. Then we had Subway (and cookies) and packed up the room and the bus and set off for Yass. Where, as it turned out, any time was naked time (the bus - not Yass).
Liam was rocking it out in boxers and sleeping bag, and Jacob kept demonstrating this amazing skill whereby he would instantaneously make his shirt disappear without even moving. We were told we would arrive in Yass in two hours - namely by 0300. As it turned out, Dane had mistaken the time it took to travel from Yass to Wagga for the time it took to travel from Sydney to Yass.
So we arrived in Yass at 0415, where it was bracingly chilly, and happened upon a convenience store at which point we could share a coke with CamAndo and Shane - Shane drank his own coke, and by sharing a coke with himself punched a hole through the space-time continuum, through which reality is slowly leaking.
I'd like to take the time right now to mention the fact that this was drafted on no hours of sleep, and I was being sidetracked continuously by the thinks Keevers and Holly L-P were saying.
But anyway, it was back on the bus, at which time Naked Time resumed. By about half six we had arrived at the campsite and found our rooms. Which had beds. There was however no time for sleepytime because we were unpacking the bus. And then we had forced breakfast (we were so keen for sleep) and then a three hour rehearsal.
At the end of this rehearsal, we played for the other kids at the campsite, before being forced to forego naptime for lunch. Then came rec, which was marvellously fun despite the fact that we were by then so exhausted we were probably a massive safety hazard to ourselves.
Raft building, a team-building exercise in disguise involved some structurally questionable rafts and a lot of jumping in the water once the rafts had begin to disintegrate. Then followed five minutes to get changed before low ropes. Initially I was sceptical due to the fact that they were all of 30 centimetres off the ground, but they actually turned otu to be well entertaining. I was witness to both Hamish and Liam engaging in great eats of strength in desperate attempts not to hit the ground - Hamish with more success - and Nat has extensive videos of me involuntarily impersonating a hula doll on the Charlie Chaplain element.
That is without mentioning our classy-as-all-hell helmets, with plastic brims which flopped in the sun. There was free time - but not shower or nap time - and then naptime was cancelled in favour of dinner. And then came an hourlong runthrough, the highlight of which was Jordan failing to be able to pop a balloon. Finally we got showertime, and then something was actually canceled (camp concert) in favour of naptime. And what glorious naptime it was.
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