Tappanzee Traffic and Boosh

Tappanzee Traffic and Boosh

On the way down, we made a mix cd of emotions. This is not a metaphor. Someone would call out a complex emotion or thought, and I would pick a song that I thought best represented that. Sounds lame, but we're piled in a car bound to teach drum corps. No where but up.. Boosh.

I was really glad to see everyone getting into the creativity. It was an all star cast of emotions including having an ex's current boyfriend find your number just to text you general disapproval, conflict of loyalties, outing someone on the football team, being lured into therapy by a loved one who pretended you were going for them, eventually enjoying being raped, self inflicted blue balls, and accidental psychedelic experience. Don't judge. We're piled in a car bound to teach drum corps.

We jammed as much as we could in the trunk, and I feel like it closed properly. Kid Dood Guy can vouch for the fact that it isn't coming open. The hinges are definitely under some strain, though. The cab is clutch. Two acoustic guitars, computer bag, two pillows, mexican blanket/poncho, two backpacks, and two boxes of Chips Ahoy! chewy chocolate chip cookies.

Everyone doesn't have a handle for the blog, yet, but we do have some drag names. The driver is Ginger Bubbles, the mello tech is Lilly Padds, and I am Sarah Vaughn Darland. Kid Dood Guy is reluctant to accept the proposed drag names. Maybe you can help us out.

Rogetta Stone (soft 'g')
Sabra Tendrils
Miss Minny Diffituck

If you have a better idea, please submit it.

As far as Boosh, I, obviously, watched way too much Frisky Dingo this week. What can I say? I like my down time before drum corps. There's no way to stay sane if you don't relax before and aft... Well, at least, before.

There are more on the staff than just this crew, although I predict most of the material will come from this nucleus. We shall see. As we develop handles and posts are submitted, you'll be able to identify with your favorites from the visual staff.

OK, I'm off to plan tomorrow's effective use of gok-blocks and sticks. Boosh!

Son of Sully