Wednesday - Hail and Farewell.

Wednesday's wakeup was markedly unpleasant - whistles.

Now before I go into what happened next, things must be discussed: there was the whole Liam and Harleigh waking up to find they were spooning (classy), and there was the 'would you rather' sesh enjoyed by the room 2/3 girls, there was storytime courtesy of Kayla, and there was the discovery of the fact that camels make a noise similar to what would happen in a sheep were to say 'meh'.

Anyway, in true marching band style, we had bacon sandwiches for breakfast and then got on the bus and rollicked off to Cowra. Cowra seemed a bit nonplussed at our being there, although there was substantial interest from the ladies with regard to Harleigh... but then what's new? The high point of the show was undoubtedly Dane's testipop, which not only happenned, but which he commented on. Much lols ensued.

Once back on the bus, Harleigh found he'd been added by some random chick who messaged him the following (and this is verbatim literatim) 'I seen a pic of you, sexaay! <3'
He accepted the friend request. This same girl later messaged him 'damn your (sic) hot'. Liam corrected the spelling.

On we rode to Bathurst where we took a photo in front of the courthouse for the purposes of Dane's nostalgia. And then Sleggers did ten pushup claps for funsies.

Once at Bathurst McDonalds, Harleigh, who shall from now on hold the title 'chick magnet' recieved this message from a girl whom he did not recognise in the slightest: 'Hey xx will you go out with me? ;)'

And speaking of random things being recieved on phones, Shane recieved this text from his father, much to his confusion: 'Remember that six of the seven dwarves weren't happy'.

Kelso was also a bit of a dead zone, and it was where the dead horse of audience participation was beaten more than was decorous. Having mentioned this, there were a select few who were legitimately interested in joining.

As well as a whole bunch of girls who were just clustered around Sleggers. So many that Harleigh wasn't even getting his requisite crowd of admirers. According to the colourguard ladies, there were a whole bunch of guys who were really good (hello the potential of a sabre line or similar), notably top-hat-guy, a.k.a. Slash, a.k.a. Mike, who seemed quite keen to join merely to be able to lay some righteous waste unto the 'dancers'.

Back on the bus, beginning the ride home, we sang a rollickingly raunchy rendition of The Ballad of Sir Jasper. Once on the road, we thanked the drum majors, adn our amazing bus driver, Tony. Quoth Jacob: We rock, but we couldn't roll without you. And then came a session of 'I Wish All The Girls'. Because that's how inordinately classy Liam is.

Katrina and Sleggers distributed the promo postcards, and for the love of all that is delightfully fungible, GIVE THEM TO PEOPLE! More people means more awesome.

Soon after, naked time resumed, with Jacob deciding that he just didn't feel like wearing a shirt any more.

First off the bus was Scott, around Lithgow, then on through Katoomba to Hazelbrook where we dropped off the next bunch of people. Keevers was air drumming madly, as if a maniac on methamphetamines, as was his wont.

As the bus pulled in to Cumberland, the Final Countdown came on - and it was fitting.

When the Principal at Boorowa said that we were fantastic ambassadors for Public education, she was on to something. Marching band is the first ensemble I'e been in where everyone has pulled together into one great big family-esque thing for sheer love of the activity and being part of the team. In twelve years of music, I've never been in an ensemble as dedicated to simply being hardcore as Marching Band. The past two years have been more fantastic than I can express.
Thanks guys, it's been an honour.

Stay excellent.