I'm too exhausted from the past 24 hours to blog, so here's a sweet picture from last night's homecoming parade (it's very big, so click it for full size, or just click here for the original):
I'm the snare drummer closest to the camera. Fun stuff (we were going uphill when that picture was taken, and I think my inner monologue at the moment was something along the lines of "fuck this fucking parade bullshit").
More like it here, if you care.
Found some decent photos from the game on Facebook.
A little backstory: At every game, a few members of each section go up to the top seating area of the Carrier Dome and play during the 3rd quarter. This week, it was my turn. I had never done this before, so I didn't know exactly what to expect. Specifically, I didn't realize how fucking high this spot was. I mean, I've seen it before, but being up there is a little different. It looks like this:
For reference: The seats under the American flag on the top left = the same level we were on, but on the opposite side (the dude who took this picture was standing right in front of us). The big chunk of white behind the endzone is the rest of the band.
As I may have mentioned before, I have an almost paralyzing fear of heights, so for the first few minutes, I couldn't stand up, and I thought I was going to pass out. However, I managed to adjust, and we rocked out for a while (I shouldn't have to tell you which one is me in either of these):
Notice the fact that the top of the Dome is only a few feet above us!
The blank expression on my face is partly because I was trying to maintain my badass drummer persona, and partly because I was trying not to vomit.
Yeah. It was different, and kinda fun, but I'm never going up there again. Holy crap.Posted by CD on October 7, 2006 09:46 PM | TrackBack