This weekend was the best. ever. Jazz Band with krill is the sweetest thing ever, because basically he doesn't give a crap what we do and treats us like high schoolers. On the ride up I just kicked it with glenn and brendan and ben watchin Super Troopers, great freakin movie. We got there and just pissed around, watched a few bands, then krill basically took us to the hotel and said go wherever we want in the city of flagstaff to eat as long as we were back in time, so we did. Brendan, Ben, and I hit up some oreganos, got suicide hot wings and a pizza, mad good stuff. ben is god at wings. There were some hot chicks workin oreganos too, our waitress was beautiful so we got to talkin to her and so soon she just sat down at our table to take our order and stuff, it was mad cool. After that we just basically hung around the hotel for a long time, watched some TV, then went to some really crappy jazz concert at NAU. it sucked, it was all experimental crap that sounded like a dying horse, but whatev, brendan and I just stared in awe at these holes in the cieling that looked like buttholes. Stayed up late that night, watched Red Dragon, had tons of people in our hotel room, it was sweet just talkin hangin out and stuff. Next day we woke up late since we are guys and all had to take military showers and eat a fast breakfast. Our band played and totally ripped it up, got superiors from every judge, it was good stuff. hung out that day, snowed heavily all the previous day and today. Sweet stuff. Had snowball fights, ran around flagstaff, you know how it is.


Moral of this ridiculously long journal entry: Jazz band trips rule.