QuestionOk so I'm in marching band lol I play alto sax. But what is the the most funniest story while you were riding the band bus? Answer

Oh gosh, it’s hard to choose! So many band adventures… but I think this is a pretty good one. :P

I was actually on a different bus on the time but I hope this still counts!

So it was my freshman year band trip and we were driving from New York to Atlanta, which took about 15 hours and was sorta ridiculous. Obviously that involved driving overnight (we made stops for meals and gas and driver changes and stuff like that, but for the most part just kept trucking), so there was one point on my brother’s bus where it was about 5 in the morning and everyone was fast asleep.

All of a sudden, there was a humongous yell from the back of the bus: “MOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!”

Turns out my brother was having a dream that he saw our mom on the other side of a crowded room and was trying to scream out to her… but he was actually yelling it out loud!

Right away everyone on the entire bus woke up and started looking around frantically for the person who’d disturbed their sleep… and my brother tried to blame it on a boy in the back row who had gotten really sick earlier in the ride, claiming he was having fever dreams.  :P

The kid sitting next to him quickly sold him out though… and even years later upperclassmen who were on that fateful ride were introducing him to their friends as “The Boy Who Cried Mom”. XP

My school’s pep band has weekly “pep lunches” where we all get together in the cafeteria and eat together. At one of those lunches, I met a boy who had a sullen look on his face as the girl next to him teased him. “I promise I’ll be good!” he was insisting.
“No way, I know where this is going to end,” she laughed.
Curious, I asked them what was going on. He sighed and explained to me that he had been the biggest band geek in the world in high school and was excited to branch out and try different things in college. Band was still an important part of his life, so he was still going to be in the pep band— but that was all. He wasn’t going to let band completely define him again.
… Until he lowered his eyes guiltily and admitted that he had also auditioned for the wind ensemble and made it in and had to take that opportunity, and then a friend had convinced him to join a small clarinet ensemble, and the jazz band was looking for new members so he’d decided to try out for that, and he may have accidentally even joined a music fraternity…
I think that was just the perfect example of once a bandie, always a bandie… hopefully you don’t want to escape because, well, it’ll be difficult. XP

So the other week I went to the first of my school’s weekly pep band lunches, where all the bandies just meet in the cafeteria and chill with each other for an hour over sandwiches, and I met a lot of really cool people and had a lot of fun telling jokes and listening to stories and the food was even delicious and all around it was an awesome time… but the conversation I remember most prominently now was the one about ridiculous hypothetical bonding events, including a slumber party at our campus’s haunted English building and a game in which we get ten band members to go to Wawa in the middle of the night, nine of them completely sober and one totally drunk, and all start acting ridiculously shit-faced and falling all over ourselves, forcing bystanders to guess which person has legitimately been drinking… I don’t know, it seems like a fun time to me. ;)

Instead of a legitimate uniform, all my school’s pep band has to wear is a rugby shirt in our school’s colors, and then everything else is left to us. This is the total opposite of our high school band with its heavy overalls, stiff jackets, complicated cuffs and cummerbunds, requirement of long white socks and long white underwear, perfectly-polished white shoes, various pins and decals according to age, rank, and what parade we were playing, necessity for girls to tie their hair up, and those unwieldy shakos (which, in addition to the plumes, also had to contain a baseball cap folded up inside, just in case we spontaneously decided to switch headgear)…

When I told my mom that the rugbys for freshmen hadn’t come in yet and that to our very first game (at a stadium holding 75,000 people) we only had to wear anything green or yellow, her immediate reaction was “THE HIGH SCHOOL BAND MOMS WOULD HAVE A HEART ATTACK.”

…. Yep, I’d say so. x3;;

i’m currently………. the kind of melancholy that only band can fix………. which is a problem because BAND IS ALSO THE THING THAT CAUSED ME TO FEEL THIS WAY

obvs since i’m a newbie and my school’s pep band is SUPER different than the marching band i’m used to there are gonna be some growing pains but i’ve gotta say i toddle in every practice and keep my head down and muddle through stuff because i’m intimidated by the upperclassmen (see: freshmen year of high school) and every practice i expect it to be the one where i finally become best friends with everyone in my section and CLEARLY THAT HASN’T HAPPENED YET and i mean i know it will eventually (not quite like that of course but HEY) but it’s just like………. i wanna be in the middle of everything already i don’t like feeling like i’m not on the same standing as everyone else!!!!!!!

hm we have a band meal thing though today and the one last week was SUPER FUN and GOOD FOR THE OL’ SELF-ESTEEM so hopefully that will be a thing that is cool!!!!

and then it is our first home game tomorrow and HOPEFULLY THAT WILL BE A THING THAT IS COOL AS WELL!!!! afterwards there is apparently a chocolate fondue party (WHICH I WANT TO BE FUN AND AWESOME AND NOT SCARY AND AWKWARD) and apparently there is some kind of trumpet party to be arranged after that???? which would be FREAKING SICK AND WOULD REMIND ME SO MUCH OF OLD TIMES

so there

that would be a thing that would be good

FINGERS CROSSED THAT THIS WEIRD FESTERING MARCHING BAND NOSTALGIA WILL BE DONE AWAY WITH SOON

At one of our first pep band practices we played an icebreaker game called Bagel that was actually… really fun! The way it works is that everyone sits in a circle on the floor and, one by one, you list certain facts about yourself— in this case name, grade, instrument, intended major, and a random fun fact. If anyone else in the circle shares a fact with you, they scream “BAGEL!”, and it’s a fun way to get to know some stuff you have in common with people. This got particularly interesting when, for example, two junior drummers named Matt who were both math majors and assistant directors of the band bageled every single one of each others statements… or when someone would have two majors and people who only had one in common would yell “HALF BAGEL” or “BAGEL BITES”… or when one kid’s fun fact was “I can do a handstand” and instead of saying his own facts the kid next to him just smirked “Prove it~” and forced the first kid to get in the middle of the circle and do a handstand in front of everyone… and of course, being a quadruplet in a room full of people who didn’t know that about me, I knew exactly what my fun fact was going to be, and it was supremely satisfying to hear all the gasps and yelps of excitement and questions about my life and siblings, and even now bandies I haven’t met yet will admit that they don’t know my name but are very excited to be talking to “the quad”… so yeah, that was pretty fun. ;)

Visiting band camp the other day was honestly absolutely incredible. <3

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Part five in my SUPER OLD BAND TRIP REMINISCENCE POSTS! This is from my fifth band trip overall and second jazz band trip, to Berklee my junior year!

….

I looked back. And I found out that I somehow only have one picture from those three long (and awesome) days. |D

… But I’d say our “dramatic leg thing” game is pretty strong, even though obviously my friend is much more on point than I am…. 

It does bring back a ton of fond memories, most notably SCREAM-SINGING every song from “Summertime Sadness” to “Chimpanzee Riding On A Segway” so hey, there’s that. ;^)

Part four in my SUPER OLD BAND TRIP REMINISCENCE POSTS! Which are, in themselves, SUPER OLD now. Ah well. This is from my third marching band trip, during my junior year, to Hawaii!

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When I was a freshman in band, our football team did really well and advanced to a play-off game at a big stadium about six hours away. Because we had such a long bus ride, we stopped at a rest stop about halfway through.
I proceeded to buy a shit-ton of toy mustaches from a capsule machine for a quarter and run around sticking them on random posters, books, and toys all throughout the stores there. 
Hanging around and watching random passersby&#8212; or even better, people I knew from band&#8212; finding the strategically placed mustaches and reacting to them might honestly have been the funniest thing I have EVER seen. 8D
although it was sort of&#8230; interesting&#8230; that when I sent my mom a picture of that Asian woman in the first picture, the mustache that started it all, she excitedly texted back &#8220;great picture of you sweetie!!!!!!!&#8221; When I was a freshman in band, our football team did really well and advanced to a play-off game at a big stadium about six hours away. Because we had such a long bus ride, we stopped at a rest stop about halfway through.
I proceeded to buy a shit-ton of toy mustaches from a capsule machine for a quarter and run around sticking them on random posters, books, and toys all throughout the stores there. 
Hanging around and watching random passersby&#8212; or even better, people I knew from band&#8212; finding the strategically placed mustaches and reacting to them might honestly have been the funniest thing I have EVER seen. 8D
although it was sort of&#8230; interesting&#8230; that when I sent my mom a picture of that Asian woman in the first picture, the mustache that started it all, she excitedly texted back &#8220;great picture of you sweetie!!!!!!!&#8221; When I was a freshman in band, our football team did really well and advanced to a play-off game at a big stadium about six hours away. Because we had such a long bus ride, we stopped at a rest stop about halfway through.
I proceeded to buy a shit-ton of toy mustaches from a capsule machine for a quarter and run around sticking them on random posters, books, and toys all throughout the stores there. 
Hanging around and watching random passersby&#8212; or even better, people I knew from band&#8212; finding the strategically placed mustaches and reacting to them might honestly have been the funniest thing I have EVER seen. 8D
although it was sort of&#8230; interesting&#8230; that when I sent my mom a picture of that Asian woman in the first picture, the mustache that started it all, she excitedly texted back &#8220;great picture of you sweetie!!!!!!!&#8221; When I was a freshman in band, our football team did really well and advanced to a play-off game at a big stadium about six hours away. Because we had such a long bus ride, we stopped at a rest stop about halfway through.
I proceeded to buy a shit-ton of toy mustaches from a capsule machine for a quarter and run around sticking them on random posters, books, and toys all throughout the stores there. 
Hanging around and watching random passersby&#8212; or even better, people I knew from band&#8212; finding the strategically placed mustaches and reacting to them might honestly have been the funniest thing I have EVER seen. 8D
although it was sort of&#8230; interesting&#8230; that when I sent my mom a picture of that Asian woman in the first picture, the mustache that started it all, she excitedly texted back &#8220;great picture of you sweetie!!!!!!!&#8221; When I was a freshman in band, our football team did really well and advanced to a play-off game at a big stadium about six hours away. Because we had such a long bus ride, we stopped at a rest stop about halfway through.
I proceeded to buy a shit-ton of toy mustaches from a capsule machine for a quarter and run around sticking them on random posters, books, and toys all throughout the stores there. 
Hanging around and watching random passersby&#8212; or even better, people I knew from band&#8212; finding the strategically placed mustaches and reacting to them might honestly have been the funniest thing I have EVER seen. 8D
although it was sort of&#8230; interesting&#8230; that when I sent my mom a picture of that Asian woman in the first picture, the mustache that started it all, she excitedly texted back &#8220;great picture of you sweetie!!!!!!!&#8221; When I was a freshman in band, our football team did really well and advanced to a play-off game at a big stadium about six hours away. Because we had such a long bus ride, we stopped at a rest stop about halfway through.
I proceeded to buy a shit-ton of toy mustaches from a capsule machine for a quarter and run around sticking them on random posters, books, and toys all throughout the stores there. 
Hanging around and watching random passersby&#8212; or even better, people I knew from band&#8212; finding the strategically placed mustaches and reacting to them might honestly have been the funniest thing I have EVER seen. 8D
although it was sort of&#8230; interesting&#8230; that when I sent my mom a picture of that Asian woman in the first picture, the mustache that started it all, she excitedly texted back &#8220;great picture of you sweetie!!!!!!!&#8221; When I was a freshman in band, our football team did really well and advanced to a play-off game at a big stadium about six hours away. Because we had such a long bus ride, we stopped at a rest stop about halfway through.
I proceeded to buy a shit-ton of toy mustaches from a capsule machine for a quarter and run around sticking them on random posters, books, and toys all throughout the stores there. 
Hanging around and watching random passersby&#8212; or even better, people I knew from band&#8212; finding the strategically placed mustaches and reacting to them might honestly have been the funniest thing I have EVER seen. 8D
although it was sort of&#8230; interesting&#8230; that when I sent my mom a picture of that Asian woman in the first picture, the mustache that started it all, she excitedly texted back &#8220;great picture of you sweetie!!!!!!!&#8221;

When I was a freshman in band, our football team did really well and advanced to a play-off game at a big stadium about six hours away. Because we had such a long bus ride, we stopped at a rest stop about halfway through.

I proceeded to buy a shit-ton of toy mustaches from a capsule machine for a quarter and run around sticking them on random posters, books, and toys all throughout the stores there.

Hanging around and watching random passersby— or even better, people I knew from band— finding the strategically placed mustaches and reacting to them might honestly have been the funniest thing I have EVER seen. 8D

although it was sort of… interesting… that when I sent my mom a picture of that Asian woman in the first picture, the mustache that started it all, she excitedly texted back “great picture of you sweetie!!!!!!!”