Bonfire Rally:
Was fun. Lots of awkwardness, though!
- During march-up my jacket decided to come undone and my poncho fell out. I had to ask some poor picc to carry it the rest of the way (playing cymbals = NO FREE HANDS sadface). :( Once we got to the Greek, I folded it and left it backstage to pick it up afterwards because my jacket still wasn’t cooperating.
- At the rally, the Mic Man awkwardly put the mic in my face and I was like “uhhh…freshmen more wood…..haha….” *RESONATES THROUGHOUT ALL OF GREAK THEATRE*
- So right after we finished playing the slowest rendition of Lights Out known to man, I ran backstage to get my poncho and it was GONE. I asked random Rally Comm peeps if they had seen it, to no avail. Finally, I saw it lying on the floor, NOT FOLDED UP. By this time, I was panicking because I heard the band starting high step, so I pick it up and run…and make another picc carry it HAHA uggggh.
- Then we went to some SAE alumni party…oh god it was awk (btw piccs are still carrying my poncho)…this guy kept screaming in the cymbals’ faces…no idea what he was saying but he looked angry. :( Was offered alcohol and I’d be like “look, my hands are clearly full…I have no way of consuming said alcohol” and then old drunk dude #1 would be like “RAWR RAWR BARRR WOARJ RAGH HUMBARRGH” (this is verbatim, btdubs).
- Ran to try and fold my poncho again….and once again, had no time…so another picc carried my poncho!
- Crazy Occupier Dude (COD) from Night Rally decided to march with us across Sproul and kept screaming in Leif’s face “LET ME HAVE YOUR STICKS!!!!!”
Yeah, so that’s it. Moral of the story - I love piccs and I hate ponchos.
