Oh yeah, that trip-thing...

So I guess I never wrote about Detroit/Deerborn, which I promised for Bella and Alyssa.

Okay, so, departing from the school at 7:30 was not fun. I was tired as a mofo. And snuggled all in between a pillow and a fluffy Evan. And pretty much I slept and talked to Mike and Evan and most of our conversation drifted to food.

Oh, I used the bus restroom. That was a harrowing experience. Very dark and cramped.

Then we got the the Henry Ford museum and got to change in there very sweltering restrooms. We proceeded to play for crowds of gradeschoolers and their worn-out teacher counterparts. We processed around the perimeters of the museum, entertaining employees and ourselves by trying not to trip on the freshly-waxed floors.

After changing back out of our dresses and such, we were given free reign of Deerborn, Michigan, so long as we were back at the bus in approximately five hours. Yayy.

Our group, consisting of me, Kirstyn (the one that's my friend), Nat (The sort of weird sophomore), Demetrius (the one questioning his sexuality), Nicole (The full out annoying drama queen), and Taylor (she's cool. I guess she's my friend too) roamed the museum for a couple hours, taking random photos mimicking statues. Then we proceeded to Greenfield Village, a replica city of where Henry Ford grew up and established his motor company.

I, being a moron, had left my coat on the bus. In fifteen degree snowy weather.

Luckily, Demetrius was bundled from head to foot, letting me use his coat. I was thankful.

We roamed Greenfield Village and spent an exuberant amount of money on lunch. We rode in authentic Model T's (A foolish thing to do when it's already cold out. The cars are completely open.) and shivered and annoyed tour guides.

Upon arriving back at the museum, we stimulated the economy and took embarassing pictures of our choir director.

We loaded up on the bus and were on our way to Hockeytown Cafe and Restuarant. Once arriving, we were escorted to our own private party room, where we were fed some yummy food and laughed obnoxiously (well, our table anyway).

We then changed in the restrooms and walked to Fox Theatre. Walked. In ball gowns. To Fox Theatre. In the freezing cold.

We performed on the marble grand staircase of the gilded theatre to a fully crowded lobby. It was amazing, to say the least. Somehow I was stuck in the Bass section, but I sang well anyway. I must admit, though, I had tears streaming down my face by the end of our bennediction, 'The Lord Bless You and Keep You' due to overwhelming circumstances and hearing Aaron and Karls' voices tremble. Crybabies.

After that, we got to watch White Christmas, blah blah blah, it snowed on the audience, blah blah blah, fun, fun, blah.

Dragging ourselves onto the busses, I situated myself into a comfortable position and proceeded to text and talk the whole ride home. As my clock struck once at twelve-thirty upon walking across the threshold of my home, I sighed a sigh of tiredness, relief and pleasure. It was a nice day.