Why I love drum corps

pack everything i own in too small suitcase and pillowcase
sit on suitcase to close
roll down the stairs with suitcase, instrument, pillows, backpack, purse
down one flight
through the lobby
to the sidewalk
sprint after subway train, drag suitcase sideways through the street while waving driver down
stand in my own puddle of sweat between summer camp kids and timid asian lady
40 min later...
push through the crowd, bounce suitcase down subway train stairs, run down a handicapped girl
carry suitcase up 4 flights of stairs
wander through streets and cars and people to reach Back Bay station
find the train
hang out with pigeons and ticket scalper
wait one hour in the dark, dingy underground of the commuter rail station
board train
one stop, two stops, three stops, crazy babbling dude with bloody eye sits across from me
bounce suitcase down stairs
walk through the streets, dodging cars to the house
wash coin laundry
cook plain pasta
to come....
get picked up by someone's mom
pack in
drive to Providence
board plane
fly to Philly
get picked up by drum corps van
go to high school for drum corps weekend rehearsal sans towel and mattress
YAY!