ok. so this is the first blog post i have ever made. there was that time when i tried to write things on the little myspace blog that i had (myspace.com/drewwestphal), but i am not going to let that count. because i don't generally admit that i had a myspace. its like the abortive virginity loss story that you don't tell anyone. sometimes you just have to pretend the slate is clean. (slate being a blog adds complications that we shouldn't go into here)
also, i just looked at that myspace profile and, apparently, i have not changed since high school. which is probably depressing. (mope count++). although there was less self conscious moping on that blog. so i guess i've changed. into someone who is mopier. crap.
may 27th was the first day of tour. the snifflepoofs met up at phelps gate and hopped in rented bus motorcoach limousine service car and went to the airport. everyone had stayed up the night before packing up their entire lives and putting them in storage or sending them home, so the group was actually a little too tired to start the booze cruise in earnest on the bus. this was day one. airport, flying to san francisco, me babbling about how much my roommates and i had become obsessed with the television phenomenon glee. seriously. don't stop believing, people.
since i have outsourced all math and remembering-of-constants to the computers in my life, here is the number of days that we will be on tour. i could have figured this out myself, if i could remember how many days each month...hath.
may 5
june 30
july 31
august 22
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TOTAL 88
eighty eight days to spend with the second (yeah, this was not part of the big "life-plan" before yale, but its pretty fun, actually) of my college a cappella groups. the sniffs is pretty much an every man for himself experience. its a life buffet, and everyone is already overstuffed and drunk, but feels obligated to pile on more of the roasted plantains and crocodile burgers until our summer of free travel and getting to pretend about half the time that we are almost famous is over. so there is a lot of jostling in the line. and if you fall asleep at the table, expect to wake up with an empty plate and a penis drawn on your forehead in sharpie.
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this is the first blog that i have ever had. i recognize that if one wishes to be sufficiently ironic and personally minimalist, you are not supposed to have one of these. that's cliched. then again, not participating in anything because its cliche has started to seem pretty cliched itself. so i am going to do this, as a not cliched version of not being cliche. yet. or something.
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