The Great Flood came, and we danced.

I got some splainnin' to do, I know.
I would have writtin' a blog last night, but I was wiped out. As I'm sure many of you were.


Last night was a first for me, as well as many others. We were washed out by rain, and tons of it. It would start, and then stop, and then start again, and stop.


Literally, we rushed to get our insturments in our case, only to have it stop a minute later. Meanwhile the brass and percussion kept playing 'Born to be Wild.'
Of course the rain started up again, and we were out there dancing to 'Born to be Wild' soaking wet. Quite a fitting seen if you ask me. A bunch of wet band kids dancing to a song about be wild? Couldn't ask for anything better.

At one point the rain became so bad, we were rushed into the Cabot Bandroom, which I must say was very hospitible of them. They could've let us get soaked, but no, they opened up their classroom to us, the soaking wet bears.

The coolest part of it was, one of their Drum Major's ran up to us, seeing our condition, and asked this very question:

"Do you guys need some towels? I mean, we don't have any towels, but we have a bathtub? We should have some towels."

It sounds funny now, but it just goes to show how nice people can be. You can almost always count on a fellow band to help you out. Of course, we declined in a nice manner, but the thought that they would help us out, meant the world to me.

Of course, the rain sent us packing early. Not much else to post about.
See you Monday!


Remember Part 3 was due Friday. May Mr. Bailey have pity on your small band souls and allow you try for another 100% Monday.