It was fun, and we are sad that it is over. We wish that we could convince the director to just come and direct us some more, just for fun.
We were instructed to eat well before we left. They provided a sack lunch for us to eat after the tech rehearsal. We'd predicted that they would provide lunch that would not stain our nice white shirts, and we were right. No mustard for the sandwiches, no tomato, apple slices, plain chips, and a white frosted sugar cookie, and water. It was all really yummy. Wish that I had one of those cookies right now.
We got home about 10 pm, and yes, completely exhausted, but too wound up to get to sleep easily.
What else? When we got there, they apologized because the buses taking us were mostly old rental school buses. We were all worried about being on a hot sweaty school bus and having our make up, hair and white shirts survive. But you saw us, somehow, even with windows down to let air in, our hair survived, and our shirts looked okay.
One of the buses broke down just before we got to the conference center, but those folks got there some how. They fixed it up, and our stake must have drawn the short straw, because we got to ride the "broken" bus home. It was pouring out white smoke while we were stopped in traffic. We started singing hymns on the bus to distract ourselves with how slowly we were going. I think we had sung thru over a dozen hymns before we really started moving, and had worked thru to primary songs before we got on the freeway, We usually sang all the verses, if we could remember them. It took us a LONG time to go two blocks. We'd gotten thru all the verses of two hymns before we'd even pulled away from the curb. Everyone sang those first two hymns, but after that it was just those of us in the back. It was nice to finally have fresh air blowing through the bus once we got on the freeway, but it was really blowing.
The bus went what we all consider the "long" way home, which also meant we drove through construction we could have avoided. We were having trouble being patient with driver at that point. We also weren't sure the bus was going to make it up the final hill, and that we might have to push, but we got there. I hope the bus driver made it back to the garage.
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