Well, that was fun. We toured western Minnesota, with seven performances in three days (four on Friday--ugh). I'm still a bit sick, but I'm over the worst of it now. Low point was when we arrived at Coon Rapids and I ended up spending the performance huddled up in the back of the auditorium, trying to not pass out, lose my breakfast, or both. No love towards the girl who, when asked to show the sick oboist to a bathroom, led me halfway across the school instead of to the bathroom only a few steps outside the auditorium.
On Friday-Saturday night, we stayed in a casino's hotel, since it was the only place within thirty miles of our last gig of the day that could take the entire orchestra and jazz band. I didn't go gambling — casinos are soulless places, and the dead expressions on the people at the slot machines has always frightened me. The hotel room there was pretty nice, and definitely a lot better than the sketchy places we've stayed at on previous tours. Oddly, there was no bible hiding in the nightstand. I guess the Gideons haven't reached the Dakota reservation yet. ^_^
One thing I always like about the tour is that I actually get to know some of my fellow orchestra members. They're more than just the first clarinet or the viola who sits two chairs down. They're people who like Wallace and Gromit, play whist, and are hilariously sarcastic. They're people who you can joke with about burning Haydn's 104th Symphony as soon as we're done playing it for the eleventy-ninth time. They're people who you can go with out onto a frozen stream in 50° weather (or they're people who will stay on shore, going, "You're all nuts!"). And some of them are people who are nice enough to put up with a sick roommate who was probably snoring something awful since her nose was all stuffed up, and for that I thank them.
On a completely different note, I was searching through my hard drive for a buried document, and found my first, unfinished attempt at Rockman fanfic, from back in December 2003.( The Missing Prototype )