The band's Surround Sounds concert tonight. Each section plays a piece on their own and then we group together around the theatre and play our show music for the year at deafening levels. The trombones, this year, played Bohemian Rhapsody, which while not up to the excellent standards we set my first two years with Layla and Fade to Black (when we had one or two trombone major guys from Georgia State to play the solo parts), luckily we saved our best run of it for the performance. And Satan didn't manage to actually present the saxophones the "Wall of Ass" he was trying to get together.

Most of the afternoon (since rehearsal started at 4, we got dinner at 6, warmed up and tuned for the performance at 7, it started at 8, and we went on maybe 8:45) was spent waiting around. For a lot of it I was in a very entertaining group of trombones including Walker, Walker's rat Brendan, Texas/Chris, and others.

At one point there was a moment that just struck me.

We were describing people we didn't like but thought everyone else liked. I had been talking about a previous female trombone who annoyed the crap out of me and who I thought everyone else liked until Walker made a sarcastic comment about her under his breath at rehearsal one day. So Walker said that when he was pledging his fraternity there was this one other guy pledging that he just hated. Just hated.

Walker explained why. He said that anytime you were talking to a girl the guy would--he turned to Dusty, who was facing me across the circle, and said, "Like you're talking to Abby, and I'm him and he'd be all--" and he put his arm around Dusty's shoulders and butted in front of him and interrupted, saying "Hey, what's going on? What's up?" "Every time," Walker said. He said the guy eventually de-pledged and all the frat brothers were going "Thank goodness, we hated that guy!" and Walker was surprised because he thought they all liked him.

The moment was when Walker turned Dusty toward me in the scenario that I was the girl Dusty was "talking to."

I've never been that girl. The girl that the guy was talking to and didn't want to be interrupted. I've never felt like I was that girl.