Any day where you perform in an Orpheum sized theatre, meet four presidents, and arrive at the Clarion is bound to be magnificent. Our morning started off at a sluggish pace at the Holiday Inn Express in Rapid City. I awoke around ten to the enticing offering of mini muffins by Reed. After completing my morning routines, I ventured over to the girl’s room to enjoy a viewing of Benjamin Button with a barely awake Lauren. We then quickly shuffled out the door to beat the clock out time. Congregating in the van with vending machine treats in hand, we laid out our activities for the day. Mount Rushmore was first on the agenda.
Being the only one in the group who had not previously witnessed the splendor of the Black Hills, I was completely stunned by the awesome architecture displayed before me. A paparazzi barrage from Mrs. Wooley was enjoyable but somewhat overwhelming. Taking the camera, the four of us headed down the trail to explore this patriotic land solo. After a tranquil walk, we rested on a shady bench beneath Lincoln’s sizeable chin. It was then that Lauren discovered that she had the power to murder clouds. I am concerned that this power may grow into a greater danger. I’m sleeping with one eye open. To all clouds: Stay in your cloud houses. We continued down our path, viewing the great faces of some of our most distinguished leaders, taking pictures of each other and mustached men’s butts, and taking in the open, relaxing high of nature as oppose to the smallness of the van. Returning to the entrance of the monument, a pleasant Austrian woman was kind enough to take a great picture of the four of us. I love my cast mates.
Leaving Mount Rushmore was slightly difficult for me, as I could have sat there and taken in the greatness of it for hours, but unfortunately we had to dash over to Gillette, Wyoming for our next performance. On our way out, I heard an elderly couple arguing over which one of the faces was Lincoln. I gave this a nine out of ten on my stupid scale. After viewing the license plates from every state from Alaska to Texas, we departed to Subway and Arby’s for a quick lunch. Our drive from Rapid City to Gillette was by far the most quiet, as three out of four of us were passed out the whole time. In a stunning turn around, Lauren was the only one to remain awake for the majority of the ride, discussing future college plans with Mrs. Wooley. Mr. and Mrs. Meis, be proud (for the most part). Once we had all gotten up, we came to the conclusion that we did not have time to stop at our new home, the Clarion, before the show. So we cut out the middleman and went right to the Cam-Plex, our biggest theatre yet, for the show.
Imagine the Orpheum with burnt red walls and gray and green seats. You now know where we preformed today. The Cam-Plex seats 900+. Jeepers creepers. Upon arrival and set up, we met Bruce the technician and his adorable son, Bruce-Andrew. While we worked, Bruce-Andrew informed us of many things he found enjoyable, which includes Batman, strawberries, and ants. A nice lady from the local newspaper asked us a handful of question and, similar to Mrs. Wooley, paparazzi us! Lady Gaga, be jealous. We spent our extreme time in the green room, where I took a short nap, Reed made poop jokes, and Lauren was loud. After making fun of Reed’s Baby Gap shirt, we were all ready to take on the show.
Again, the show went off without a hitch, aside from the fact that because of the size of the theatre, we were pretty much screaming our faces off the entire time. The chase scene has never been so tiring for me. We then, as usual, went out to sign autographs, although the unusual did occur. Due to a lack of programs, a good portion of the kids asked us to sign their arms. We all felt like celebrities. Once again, Lady Gaga, be jealous. We gave Bruce-Andrew a stuffed Lambie and bid our goodbyes. We quickly tore down the set, got directions from the awesome technician, Bruce, and then headed out in our van to the Clarion. But wait! Reed and I forgot our shirts and had to ask Bruce, who was hilariously stunned, to let us back in. Once we retrieved our shirts, again said goodbye to Bruce, and left, we speedily arrived at the Clarion. Oh, and by speedily, I mean that Mrs. Wooley drove the wrong way, Bruce caught up with us, gave us new directions, and then guided us all the way to the Clarion. Thank God for Bruce and Bruce-Andrew.
We checked into the hotel, and discovered that this could be the finest one we’ve stayed at yet. We received astounding joint rooms that meet in a lounge and pool area. After dropping off our stuff, we all agreed on a delicious dinner at Applebee’s. The waitress was so-so, but the food and conversation certainly did not suffer. While eating jolly ranchers, I quickly took a picture of the Applebee’s knife and sent it to Dorkus for traditions sake. We then returned to our hotel to discover that the pool was closed. As a more lazy alternative, we decided to watch the season premiere of It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia. Now, Reed, Lauren, and I sit here in the room, discussing the awkward shape of Lauren’s sweatpants, while Grace sleeps comfortably in her bed because she’s an afternoon person, not a night person. Tomorrow, we check out at noon and head to Casper. While I enjoy this tour very much, the checking in and checking out is starting to ware on my brain. We miss you all and please keep reading,
Goodnight, Good luck, and Good Will,
Jack O B.
Being the only one in the group who had not previously witnessed the splendor of the Black Hills, I was completely stunned by the awesome architecture displayed before me. A paparazzi barrage from Mrs. Wooley was enjoyable but somewhat overwhelming. Taking the camera, the four of us headed down the trail to explore this patriotic land solo. After a tranquil walk, we rested on a shady bench beneath Lincoln’s sizeable chin. It was then that Lauren discovered that she had the power to murder clouds. I am concerned that this power may grow into a greater danger. I’m sleeping with one eye open. To all clouds: Stay in your cloud houses. We continued down our path, viewing the great faces of some of our most distinguished leaders, taking pictures of each other and mustached men’s butts, and taking in the open, relaxing high of nature as oppose to the smallness of the van. Returning to the entrance of the monument, a pleasant Austrian woman was kind enough to take a great picture of the four of us. I love my cast mates.
Leaving Mount Rushmore was slightly difficult for me, as I could have sat there and taken in the greatness of it for hours, but unfortunately we had to dash over to Gillette, Wyoming for our next performance. On our way out, I heard an elderly couple arguing over which one of the faces was Lincoln. I gave this a nine out of ten on my stupid scale. After viewing the license plates from every state from Alaska to Texas, we departed to Subway and Arby’s for a quick lunch. Our drive from Rapid City to Gillette was by far the most quiet, as three out of four of us were passed out the whole time. In a stunning turn around, Lauren was the only one to remain awake for the majority of the ride, discussing future college plans with Mrs. Wooley. Mr. and Mrs. Meis, be proud (for the most part). Once we had all gotten up, we came to the conclusion that we did not have time to stop at our new home, the Clarion, before the show. So we cut out the middleman and went right to the Cam-Plex, our biggest theatre yet, for the show.
Imagine the Orpheum with burnt red walls and gray and green seats. You now know where we preformed today. The Cam-Plex seats 900+. Jeepers creepers. Upon arrival and set up, we met Bruce the technician and his adorable son, Bruce-Andrew. While we worked, Bruce-Andrew informed us of many things he found enjoyable, which includes Batman, strawberries, and ants. A nice lady from the local newspaper asked us a handful of question and, similar to Mrs. Wooley, paparazzi us! Lady Gaga, be jealous. We spent our extreme time in the green room, where I took a short nap, Reed made poop jokes, and Lauren was loud. After making fun of Reed’s Baby Gap shirt, we were all ready to take on the show.
Again, the show went off without a hitch, aside from the fact that because of the size of the theatre, we were pretty much screaming our faces off the entire time. The chase scene has never been so tiring for me. We then, as usual, went out to sign autographs, although the unusual did occur. Due to a lack of programs, a good portion of the kids asked us to sign their arms. We all felt like celebrities. Once again, Lady Gaga, be jealous. We gave Bruce-Andrew a stuffed Lambie and bid our goodbyes. We quickly tore down the set, got directions from the awesome technician, Bruce, and then headed out in our van to the Clarion. But wait! Reed and I forgot our shirts and had to ask Bruce, who was hilariously stunned, to let us back in. Once we retrieved our shirts, again said goodbye to Bruce, and left, we speedily arrived at the Clarion. Oh, and by speedily, I mean that Mrs. Wooley drove the wrong way, Bruce caught up with us, gave us new directions, and then guided us all the way to the Clarion. Thank God for Bruce and Bruce-Andrew.
We checked into the hotel, and discovered that this could be the finest one we’ve stayed at yet. We received astounding joint rooms that meet in a lounge and pool area. After dropping off our stuff, we all agreed on a delicious dinner at Applebee’s. The waitress was so-so, but the food and conversation certainly did not suffer. While eating jolly ranchers, I quickly took a picture of the Applebee’s knife and sent it to Dorkus for traditions sake. We then returned to our hotel to discover that the pool was closed. As a more lazy alternative, we decided to watch the season premiere of It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia. Now, Reed, Lauren, and I sit here in the room, discussing the awkward shape of Lauren’s sweatpants, while Grace sleeps comfortably in her bed because she’s an afternoon person, not a night person. Tomorrow, we check out at noon and head to Casper. While I enjoy this tour very much, the checking in and checking out is starting to ware on my brain. We miss you all and please keep reading,
Goodnight, Good luck, and Good Will,
Jack O B.
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