honor choir retardation

I had such an eventful weekend, I don't really know how to start. I have just been so busy being on the honor choir trip. Yes, that's right, an HONOR CHOIR TRIP!
The trip was all the way in this state's capital, the notorious Salt Lake City! The bus was arriving at 4 in the morning so I figured, if I had to get up that early I would be better off just staying up all night (I didn't want to miss the bus). So Gwyn came and picked me up at 3:30, and we made our way down to the school. Everyone on the buss looked like crap...Baggy eyes, uneven sex-head hair, and zero makeup...it was a mess.
On the way up to Salt Lake I attempted on sleeping on the bus. I didn't know how difficult that was going to be...When I am tired noises sound a lot louder than they really are. So the sound of the bus was like listening to an entire warehouse of power tools going off as my head vibrated vigorously. And since I have my nose pierced my nose ring vibrated in it's hole, and made my nose really itchy and thickly.
On the bus I would periodically sit up and look outside of the bus. At one point my sleep deprivation had gotten so bad that when I saw a car drive by I saw my choir teacher driving the car. Just to make sure it wasn't really him I looked up to the front of the bus and sure enough I saw the back of my teachers head, then looked back at the car...and it was still him. Immediately after this car passed, another one followed, only this time it was Bevin, yes, Bevin. It looked exactly like them too, it was quite odd. Many hours of vibrating nose rings, and power tools later I heard someone say "Oh! Look at all of the white stuff!" Confused I sat up. The entire valley was covered in a thin descending layer of snow. It was pretty, I hadn't seen snow in a long time so I was happy to see it.
Finally the sun had begun to rise, and we were in Salt Lake. To practice our songs (in my case it would be LEARNING the songs) we stopped at a high school there, where people from all over the state had congregated in this huge auditorium. I was amazed at how well all of the people there knew the songs, and every single one of them had spectacular operatic voices. On several parts of the songs I would have to improvise with just finishing off a lot of the words after someone had started them. It was lame, but I was glad to of had that practice time, I wouldn't of had the slightest clue what was going on if I didn't. So I spent that entire day from 8:00am to 9:30pm (without sleep mind you) singing the same songs repetitively. I was amazed at how much better I liked the songs after hearing a an entire room of a choir singing these pieces.
Finally our class got to stay in a Hotel. There were 4 girls to the room that we had. And we ended up getting a noise complaint because we were being so loud. It was fun though. I was so delirious and stupid it was like being on some fucked up drugs, I had a strangely fun time.
Gywn and I hadn't been told to bring a dress, we just heard "best concert attire" in our eyes we just saw it as how we would normally dress for school performances. So we brought slacks and dress shirts.
Every girl there had there hair done up all curly, with flowing prom-like dresses. We went across the street for the dress rehearsal (which was were we were going to be performing). The place was ubber nice, it was considered to be one of the best concert halls in the entire state. I was feeling rather out of place due to the fact that we were wearing some casual converse shoes and outfits we would wear to school. The vice president choir directer of the state came up to Gwyn and I and asked her.

Him: Are you a singer?!

Her(Gwyn): yes.

Him: You are performing here, and you are wearing jeans and sneakers?! People strive for years to get the chance to even come in here!

*note*(her pants were gray so at first glance they looked kind of like jeans but they weren't)

Her: Well we didn't know that we were supposed to wear dresses...

Me: And our choir teacher forgot to bring our choir robes.

*note*(That's what he told me to tell if anyone important asked)

Him: Who is your Teacher?

*note*(he sounded angry).

Her: Mr. Morrisse

We ended up practicing for like 3 hours in the big concert hall. There were so many girls that the majority of them had to sit up on a balcony for the performance. After we practiced we were allowed to go and have a 2 hour lunch break. So Gwyn and I decided to go to JBs.
I didn't bring any money, so the entire time I had to mooch off of her for food. I felt really dumb, but at least she was being nice about it.
So at JB's we decided to buy one plate for the breakfast buffet, and just share it. We went about doing our thing, I even managed to purchase a cup of coffee with change. The waitress that served us our drinks had notticed that I was eating some of Gywn's food. Which was only a muffin, and 2 potato squares, which were about the size of 5 nickles stacked on each other. So the waitress came around to our tabble and said.

Waitress: We notticed that you were BOTH eating this food so we charged you for two.
[we looked at the check and it was a whopping $20.50, we only had the money for one plate]
*Waitress walks away*
Me: Gwyn what are we going to do? We don't have another ten dallars....

Gwyn: I don't know...should we just leave?

Me: That wouldn't work! They are watching us like hawks!

I kept being paranoid, but she reashured me it would be fine. I trusted her for the most part because she was on the debate team, so I figured she would have a strong argument.

Gwyn: it's okay, I'll take care of it...

[She began wrapping rolls with napkins and stuffing them in her bag]
*We continued eating and talking until we figured we should leave, so we walked up to the front desk to pay.*

Gwyn: Hello sir, we seem to have a problem.

Cashier: yes?

[he had a discusting smirk on his face]

Gwyn: Well, we were charged for two plates, and we only have money for one. Besides she only ate a buscuit and 2 potato squares.

Cashier: Well you see, the reason we charged you for two was because we all saw you putting the food in your bag.

[this was complete bullshit! She put the food in her bag AFTER we were charged for two, so that I would still have something to eat. He was lying to make US look like the jackasses.]

Gwyn: No that's not true, The food was put in the bag AFTER we were charged.

Cashier: Okay then, I will give you 3 options. You pay for the two, throw away the food you put in your bag, or we call the police.

Gwyn: Okay then I will throw away the food.

Cashier: You know I am serious about this, taking food from our resturant is stealing.

Gwyn: I am sorry, I just didn't know. I will throw the food away, I am so sorry.

[we both give him puppy dog looks] Gwyn throws the food away, and we pay for one plate. As we were leaving Gwyn said:

Gwyn: Katie don't laugh

Me: I am not going to laugh Gwyn

[Gwyn laughs vigerously]

So after all of this retardation we roamed around the streets walking into random little shops and temples. It was quite interesting. There was so much to see. It is pretty neat seeing something other than feilds of cows and rednecks. So the time came around that we would congregate back into the concert hall and perform, Gwyn and I sill wearing our friendly pants and converse shoes.
The concert was a pretty good turn out. I knew the songs for the most part. Ofcorse I continued to just improvise and hum or make up words on some of the parts I didn't know. But suddenly something really awful happened....

...Durring the 3rd song in, a girl down on the main stage in the second row, threw up in the middle of one of the songs. She just stood there with this sad look on her face holding the puke in her hands. Confused and desperate as to what to do. The page turner for the piano player quickly stood up and grabbed her by the hand and escorted her out. Everyone saw it happen, and everyone talked about durring and after the performance. I felt bad because I knew that she deserved being there more than I did. She knew all of the songs, and had attended every choir practice. The girls that were standing infront of her had puke splatters on the back of their dresses, through the rest of the set attempted to smile as they sung, but it just turned out as a discusted grimmace.

After the memorable performance our Choir teacher took us out for a final Dinner of the trip at a Pizza place. Before the food could be served the Choir was allowed to wander about and look at different things in the shops. Gwyn and I ran in to this guy who was passing out flyers for a movie screening in the area that would be takeing place the uping comming friday. I told him that we wouldn't be there then. So we continued to talk about things, turns out he was a stand up commedian, who had booked Tenacious D at his venue back in LA. And he actually knew Mitch Headburg! I thought it was pretty damn cool to run into someone like that.

So after I came home I realized how much I really enjoy to travel. Before I die I want to travel the world. Because I am now more addicted to change then I ever thought I could be. I had a swell time, and I hope you have enjoyed reading this long and insane story! I love you!

-Kate