The Saturday that just passed, the drumline had a performance in Mifflinburg. We also taught a clinic there. We practiced on Saturday until something a little bit after 11pm, and then we were free to do what we wanted. All the instructors went out to drink like they usually do, so Sean was in charge of turning the lights on and off.
I was totally not ready to go to bed. I talked to Kyle, who was laying on his sweet memory foam bed for the night, and then a few other people, and ended up driving Gina, Isaac (our new bass drummer) and Kyle to Sheetz. Kyle really really wanted a milkshake, but my car was almost so cold it made him not want one. I kept the car warm so he would still want it. I got a pack of purple and pink nerds, but I left them in the gym that night and forgot to get them the next day.
Anyway, after we got out of Sheetz, we had no idea what to do because it was still too early to go to sleep. One of the other guys suggested, "Let's look for a titty bar!" and so I thought, hell, why not? What's the worst that could possibly happen? So I drove a couple miles down the main road in town (Rt 45) looking for anything that might be a strip club. We eagerly read every sign we came across, particularly neon ones. We were let down in every circumstance. We turned around in a creepy used car lot, parked in the Mifflinburg lot, and went to the door.
We had gone to Sheetz with another car of people, and we thought they would leave the door propped open for us. However, we were wrong. It was pretty cold that night, and also pitch black in the parking lot because they turn all the lights out there at that school after a certain time at night to save energy. So I was dressed alright, in a light jacket. Gina had a bunch of layers on. Kyle and Isaac were both wearing gym shorts if I remember correctly, but had on jackets and sweatshirts. When we found the door was locked we just thought, "God, you must be kidding me."
So the first thing we did of course was knock loudly. However, the gym we were staying it was three sets of doors away, so there was no way they would ever hear us. I considered honking my car forever until they came, but never brought it up. Isaac tried to force up a window, but that didn't work. Kyle and Isaac had both left their phones inside, so we couldn't get to any of the numbers they had gotten because no one memorizes numbers anymore. So we were stuck with my phone and Gina's phone. I called the few people I knew that were inside - Cass and Sean - but neither of them answered. Then we decided to call Laura to get some other people's numbers, so Gina called her. She kept hanging up to give us numbers, which made Kyle really frustrated. She gave us the number for Kate and Steve W, but neither of them answered.
Well actually, she gave us the number for SOME Steve, but not the one in drumline. Kyle called "Steve" from Gina's phone and the guy was just like, "Dude, what? What are you talking about? No, this is the wrong person, sorry." Which was great.
So it had probably been like ten minutes at this point and we were still locked out and not sure what to do. I told Gina to go back to the car because her teeth were chattering, but she didn't want to.
Eventually, I gave in and called Tollie. I told her we were stuck outside and someone needed to let us in, and I figured she'd have a number of a bunch of people inside to try.
A few minutes later, Alix came to let us in. The wallet and paper we'd been using to prop the door open was nowhere to be seen. What the hell happened? Oh well. Alix asked us why we were out so late and I told her, because I knew it would make her angry.
Peace out.
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