We’ve all been woken up in a way that bodes less than well for the rest of our day. But, I wonder - who has the best story to tell?
The reason for posting this is, basically, half an hour ago, the lock on my room clicked open . . . That is, at 9:30 AM on a Sunday in a college dorm. Expecting my drunk roomate to finally come staggering back to roll up in a heap and throw up all over my laundry, I was a bit confused at the music.
That is, until all ten members of the marching band came fully into my room in their Civil War-inspired uniforms and started playing Europe’s most famous “Final Countdown” around my bed. (Ah yes, they assured me they’d saved the best song for me.)
So, that is, 9:30 wake-up call by a tuba/sax/trumpet/horn/alt-horn/big drum/guitar/violin and two starling vocals after a night of heavy, heavy drinking. Top that!
(Pics or it’s all lies? Here you go: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BZQoFCE0UMQ)