WAG - Tempè Trip Quotes
AKA The Longest Post Ever
This will be a long one, but for those of you not fortunate enough to make it on the trip, this should give you a fairly good idea how it all went down. Enjoy.
In the parking lot –
“Look! Another white t-shirt with the Missouri logo on it. Just what I need.”
On the bus’s late start for the airport:
“And we’re only four minutes behind schedule.”
“I think that’s pretty good.”
On airport security –
On Post-9/11 security measures:
“You know, I’d rather have they err on too much security rather than too little, but you still don’t want to go through it yourself. We’re selfish. We want everybody to go through the serious stuff, but us.”
Voicing the rationale people secretly have for wanting to shirk security:
“I mean, I know I’m cool. I know I’d say something if I wasn’t.
Our chaperone caution us:
“We’re going through security as usual so, keep the noise down… I’m not talking inside voices… Act like adults.”
“Don’t act like us.”
“Only for a while… At 1:30 today [the time when we were supposed to land in Phoenix], you can be yourselves again.”
“I hope everyone has brought your I.D. We didn’t remind you to… Preferably your real one.
A security matron cautions the band not to crowd to close:
“Step back!”
“Okay…”
Whispered: “Okay. I say we rush the plane on three. One… two…”
Stephanie recounts having trouble taking her crutches and air brace past the wand waving ladies:
“She’s going, you need to lift your leg. It’s beeping. And I said, ‘That’s not gonna happen.’”
Waiting to board –
“They really searched me.”
“The really searched you?”
“Our pilot just tripped [going up the stairs to the plane].”
“That’s a good sign”
Talking in a slurred tone: “Oh man. That was a crazy night last night. Walking it off, walking it off.”
On the plane –
“I’ve never been anywhere where it’s a ‘dry heat.’”
“I can’t wait to get out of Missouri and away from my allergies.”
“I just can’t wait to get out of Missouri.”
To Stephanie who was stuck with crutches:
“Hey! Handicaped people sit in the front!”
“Rachel, you’re going to knock over the cripple and then they’re going to laugh.”
“And the fun has begun.”
On our per diem –
“One hundred dollar per diem and we get this free letter that says ‘Athletics’ on it.”
“That’s more than I have in my checking account.”
At the drum major: “Josh! Take off your shirt! I’ve got per diem money. ”
Often repeated phrase:
“I said let’s go Tigers!”
Calming and/or feeding flying fears –
“Don’t worry. Our plane has a sunbolt [painted] on the end. I’m sure we’ll be fine.
In an official sounding, flight attendant voice:
“In case of a water landing…”
“SHUT UP!”
And Rachel physically wails on Matt for a while.
“What happens if you don’t turn off your phones?’
“The plane explodes.”
“In case of an explosive decompression, we’d be the first ones sucked out of the plane.”
Person who is calling her father tries to ignore the comments
“In case of a water landing, between here and Arizona…”
“Hey, I’ve got some ocean front property in Arizona!”
“Sorry Dad.”
Yep, still on the ground –
Upon encountering the pre-packaged lunches:
“There’s more per diem in the box!”
“Man, this is better than the food I have at home. Is that sad or what?”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah that’s sad.”
“There’s no mint in my mint [wrapper]!”
“Stop the plane!”
“It is stopped.”
“I would have rather taken a bus than a plane so we could watch movies. We would have been entertained for those two days, darn it.
After collecting 10 plastic containers of pasta salad from the box lunches:
“Guess what my room’s eating?”
Bad punchlines –
“One was a-salted.”
“And that was just the priest.”
“Please disregard any fraudulent email you may have received.”
“Shut up, Cinder Block.”
Oft-repeated phase after the end of a joke:
One person starts: “Ba ba bop ba bap ba…”
Group finishes: “Ba!”
Considering delayed lectures and consequences –
“Of course, we just got chewed out for Shreveport [football bowl trip] yesterday.”
“It’ll be next year when they say, we know what you did on the NCAA tournament trip.”
“And we’ll be like, ‘I don’t remember the trip…’”
“And if you try anything at the TWA Dome…”
“Notice how the upperclassmen are all crazy and the underclassmen are the quiet ones, worrying that they can’t do anything?”
“They just need to learn there’s no consequences.”
“There’s screaming, with no follow-ups.”
Quandary: What to do with our trip money –
The origin of the band t-shirts:
“We all need nicknames.”
“Like ‘Chicken of the C-sharp.’”
“We should get tattoos on the trip – per diem tattoos.”
“Las Vegas is so close… Let’s go!”
“I mean, Arizona is right there and Nevada is right next to it. How far could it be?”
Still on the plane, still on the ground –
“This is the best trip ever!”
“And we’re not even off the ground yet.”
After busting off the overhead air nozzle:
“Taylor, you’re breaking stuff and we haven’t even left Columbia yet.”
“That’s coming out of your per diem.”
Pondering those fast food lawsuits:
“It’s not like McDonald’s was cramming it down their throats.”
“Yeah, imagine Ronald shoving you full of burgers. Grimace is behind you going wham, wham, wham in your kidneys saying, ‘Eat!’”
“It’s 10:40. The team’s not getting through security that fast.”
“Maybe they brought a bunch of pocketknives.”
And we all crack up.
“And we’re now officially behind schedule.”
“And that surprises you?”
The women’s team arrives –
“The team is here.”
“Bet they all have razor blades in their book bags.”
Watching the team approach the plane:
“I guess Evan Unrau always does everything last… including boarding the plane.”
Addressed to the team in a little girl voice:
“You’re so cool. Thanks for making Spring Break fun.”
“It’s funny ‘cause it’s true.”
Contemplating kazoos –
“I got the two packs for two dollars. That’s 12.5 cents per kazoo.”
“They have directions on them, ‘HUM INTO THIS END.’”
The box had even more specific directions:
“Hum into the big end.”
When Rachel is having trouble humming:
“You can’t play the kazoo?”
“It’s very deep. Well, I mean…”
Explaining the kazoos to the drum major:
“Oh, we have them because we’re going to play 4 [the cue for the song “Fight Tigers”] when the team gets on the plane.”
- Pause -
“Long or short version?”
“You know, you’re the drum major. It’s your call.”
“Crazy in Love!” [An often requested, but never played tune]
After a long, technical explanation of how a kazoo functions:
“That’s Rachel on the mechanics of kazoo playing.”
“I’m teaching Kazoo 101 in the fall. Lesson One: Humming.”
Getting ready to play:
“Okay. T-minus one minute.”
“Stand by for obnoxious-ness.”
“Does everyone have their kazoos?”
“Remember where to hum?”
“We should make shirts that say that.”
Our drum major suggests nixing the idea:
"Com’on Josh! We didn’t spend two dollars for nothing.”
A member of the pep squad makes jokes about our new instruments:
“Kazoos? I didn’t know they were in Mini Mizzou.”
Pause as he walks away.
“Was that a male cheerleader?”
“Yeah.”
“Ha ha ha ha ha ha…”
Rationale that playing the kazoos will inspire the team at the game:
“Remember when they played the kazoos for us?”
“We gotta win it for the band!”
Coach Cindy Stein comes to the back of the plane to talk to the band:
“Just here to get you all fired up.”
“Okay, we’ve got to do it.”
Coach Stein looks puzzled as the kazoos are played out and we play Fight Tigers.
As she returns to the front of the plane, we imagine what she’s telling the team:
“Don’t talk to the band.”
“Stay away from them.”
“You’ll only encourage them.”
“Midway through the flight we should play, ‘Hey Baby!’”
Marika informs the band of her sister’s nickname for us:
“We should be called ‘The Kazoo Mizzou Crew.’”
More comments to soothe and provoke –
To the flight attendant:
“She’s never flown before.”
“Get her some wings.”
“Imagine them leaving the cargo door open?”
“Tubas flying out from 35,000 feet?”
Makes a falling whistle sound.
“No, it’d be deeper.”
Makes an octave lower, “ooohhh” sound.
“If you see the wings shaking, scream.”
“If you see a monster on the wing tearing out the electronics…”
“Ladies and gentlemen, we’re experiencing some Godzilla-related turbulence. Don’t worry. He usually let’s go around 30,000 feet. ROAR!”
“Kyle? Do you have a wing on your side of the plane? I don’t.”
And Rachel looks as the rest of us crack up again.
On the safety pamphlet:
“I like how happy the crashing people are.”
“So calm, collected, not freaking out…”
“Taking off is the best part.”
“Landing is nice too.”
“Shut up.”
“Look at the people on the ground. They look like ants.”
“They are ants.”
“Hey Kyle. Do you see any brown liquid pouring of out the side of the plane?”
“Just fuel.”
“As long as it’s not oil. We need that.”
Imagining a tragic news update, using a news anchor voice:
“A fireball filled the sky shortly after take off…”
“As Marching Mizzou proved once and for all, they’re smoking hot.”
Take off and beyond –
While accelerating, Matt asked in a confused voice:
“We not supposed to be going backward.”
And Rachel cringes.
As we leave the ground, (trombone) Josh says in a little kid’s voice:
“I miss Earth.”
After our first bump of turbulence:
“There goes a tuba.”
“My goal for the next few hours is not taking any of those through-the-window-wing-in the-frame shots. It’s always like, ‘This is the wing of our plane. We had another one.’”
“You wanna know what time it is? It’s pasta salad time!”
“Can you feel that?”
“It’s nothing.”
“Rachel, it’d be bumpier if we were on the road.”
A plastic single-serving container of Cinnamon Toast Crunch is swelling up:
“It’s due to the air pressure.”
Pause
“So we have a Cinnamon Toast Crunch barometer?”
“Yeah…”
“Mr. Wizard screwed me up…”
Overlooking and reaching Phoenix –
“There’s a school bus farm.”
“Are those really palm trees?
“I feel so rebellious. I have eleven tubs of pasta salad… I went to Catholic school.”
On the plethora of pasta salad:
“I’m going to share.”
“You can try to share, but we don’t want it.”
“There’s a reason why you have them all.”
Collecting extra food from the extra lunches:
“We’re like foraging gypsies.”
“Free water!”
“We are in the desert, you know.”
A male cheerleader gives us a reminder while exiting the plane:
“Remember, you’re not just representing yourself; you’re representing the university.”
The male cheeleader behind him:
“Shut up!”
On the bus, enjoying air conditioning for the first time in months –
“I felt weird walking past Mike Alden [the MU Sports Director] with all that food.”
“There’s a lot of pasta salad on that plane.”
“No, there’s a lot of pasta salad in Marika’s bag.”
On seeing the athletic officials load our luggage:
“Look Frank’s working!”
“Take a picture!”
“Mike Alden’s grabbing a bag!”
“Wow…”
Passing a school bus with a “For Sale” sign:
“Hey, let’s buy that bus and drive to Mexico.”
“Per diem money!”
“We have pasta salad; we don’t need more food.”
Passing by a sign advertising $2.05 per gallon of gas:
“I guess we don’t want to buy gas.”
“This is ridiculous. No freakin’ grass, and cacti and palm trees everywhere… Wait, there’s some grass.”
On passing a Southwestern style apartment complex:
“It looks just like the Alamo.”
“No it doesn’t.”
“It doesn’t anything like this.”
“Well… I’ve never seen the Alamo.”
“Just because it has Spanish tiles on the top…”
After interrupting a joke and telling the punchline:
“I like to ruin jokes when people tell them. I want to be the funny one.”
After getting confused while telling an old band story:
“I’m getting Marching Mizzou Alzheimer’s.”
Crashing at the end of day one:
“Isn’t it amazing how sitting motionless for several hours will drain you?”
Making good use of our free day –
Oft-repeated phrase:
Party in Tempè.
On a tribal glyph crafted out of gravel beside the highway:
“It’s just like a crop circle. Only with no crops.”
After spotting a building representing the online University of Phoenix:
“A University of Phoenix!”
“They do exist.”
After Frank gives orders on where to go and leaves:
Bus driver: “Is he going with us?”
“He’s not riding with us.”
“So where do you want to go?”
“It’s five already? Wow…”
“The day goes by so much quicker when you get up at two.”
At the Rainforest Café, our group begins to hate the animatronic elephant, which would trumpet every 10 minutes:
“Shut up!”
“It’s a good thing they’re endangered.”
Pointing at the elephant: “You, drink.”
“I don’t remember hating elephants before, but part of me isn’t upset those bags of ivory are endangered.”
Oft-repeated phase, usually proceeded by Rachel’s "Funky Town" ring tone:
“I feel like dancing.”
Sometime followed by: “Rings of Fun.”
Quest for T-shirts –
After the bus driver drops us off at Target to purchase supplies, we now are facing a two-mile walk back to the hotel, with many detours:
“We’re busy people. We only have 24 more hours of doing nothing.”
Favorite signs posted a toy store we visited after picking up t-shirts from Target:
Boy Toys, Boy’s Action [Figures], 40% off.
Searching for the Stanford Pep Band:
“We’ll check every Marriott in the city.”
“Or at least all the ones on the way back to our hotel.”
A Night Out on the Town -
After a man drove up to off and offered to take us anywhere for $15:
“We just go propositioned by an old man in an unmarked van.”
After telling numerous waiters that it was our drum major’s birthday:
“So when’s my birthday?”
“Today…”
“And probably tomorrow…”
“The longer per diem holds out, the longer your birthday will last.”
Upon seeing the old star MU player, and now current basketball staff member in the restaurant:
Group: “K-E-R-E-N-S-A, K-E-R-E-N-S-A, Kerensa, Kerensa, Kerensa Barr!” [Her old cheer]
The drum major questioned the coaching staff’s patrying after midnight:
“Shouldn’t you be back at the hotel preparing for tomorrow’s game?”
“No!”
On how the bear outfit [our unofficial band mascot] ended up at the NCAA tournament:
“So I said, ‘The bear needs to go to the Big Dance.’”
The drum major has been talked into wearing the bear, but is trying to maintain what is left of his dignity:
“I may be wearing the bear suit, but I am not drunk.”
On the origin of the bomb threat called in for the Wells Fargo Arena:
“Bet you it was Stanford’s band.”
An unwise plan we, fortunately, never carried out:
“We should call the band cell!”
“Party in Tempè!”
“We need more per diem!”
“This isn’t Three-Point.”
Our bus driver:
“You know, I really don’t feel like going all the way around the block.”
After making a U-turn across six lanes of traffic:
“This isn’t a first for me.”
After encountering and flocking around a basketball player at the mall:
“Did you notice how she immediately went into the nearest store without looking at us?”
Making the t-shirts –
“I just can’t believe we are so efficient.”
“Yeah, it’s like we’re a Russian collective farm.”
“Make-out. Is that hyphenated?”
Kyle Tabor’s caller ID brings up a confusing name:
“Who the hell is Tabor?”
Pause before the room cracks up.
“Why are you calling yourself?”
More laughter…
“Oh… It’s my grandparents.”
“Quick! Spell squeak.”
Group: “S-Q-U-E-A-K.”
“Com’on. We’re college students.”
“That’s my point exactly.”
After a brief distraction:
“I just spelled squeker!”
“We could draw a long e symbol.”
“Sure, they’ll be like, ‘What does the line mean Squeker?’”
“Who can spell leprechaun?”
Three hands go up
“It’s like Lep-re-chaun.”
On imagining the Stanford’s band’s reaction to our party shirts:
“Our Twister [rally band] uniforms pale in comparison.”
“We spent a lot of time in a small room with maker fumes.”
“Yeah…”
“Hey, we’re sleeping here tonight. We’re going to have a good time tonight.”
Oft-repeated drum major comment:
“What’d you do now?”
Tourney Time –
“It’s game day!”
Looking at the cheerleaders’ reaction after the band has broken out into song, again:
“The Golden Girls are freaked!”
“Only on a band trip.”
After the bomb threat:
“Look, the arena’s still here!”
Our chaperone, once again, cautions us:
“From here on, be on your best behavior.”
The band spontaneously begins to sing the "Smurfs" theme, a song we sing to mock short players.
During a lull in the match before our game, the band led some of our favorite cheers:
“Unrau is unreal”
“Tracy Lozier!” Clap, clap, clap, clap. “Tracy Lozier!”
Then the team started:
“M-I-Z!”
“Z-O-U!”
The basketball was knocked out of bounds and into our section:
“Tiger ball!”
[Throws in football cheers for good measure]
“Ahh…”
“First down!”
“That blond spiky haired girl looks like Lil’ Bow Wow.”
“You mean a white Lil’ Bow Wow?”
“To me, she looks like a female Aaron Carter.”
“So you mean Aaron Carter?”
“Aaron Carter!” Clap, clap, clap, clap. “Aaron Carter!”
The other pep band finally arrives:
“There’s the Stanford Band.”
“Yep, that’s them.”
Gestures at a tuba with an unexpected paint job:
“I like the Grateful Dead Teddy.”
“Hey Josh!” Points at Stanford: “Party band…” Points at Mizzou: “Not a party band…”
Drum major scowls and shakes his head.
The Stanford Band’s Palm Tree mascot is initially barred entry to the arena having forgotten to bring photo identification:
Security: “I mean you’re obviously a mascot…”
“The Stanford Tree is stuck in security! He forgot his ID! I vouched for him, though.”
Security lets the palm in, and the sight of his solo walk toward the band, with dropping leaves, is a hilarious sight:
“He looks so sad.”
“Ha! The walk of shame!”
Oft-repeated phrase:
“Aw…. Snap!”
Game on –
“I just realized I haven’t played my instrument since Thursday.”
After the Stanford Band’s “quirky” rendition of Wild Wild West:
“It’s bad when you have to wait for the chorus to recognize the song.”
After a slummy trombone spotlight:
“That’s a Bud solo.” [Referring to an infamous 3-Point player.]
My notebook falls over the side of the bleachers and I have to shimmy behind them to retrieve it. As I reappear, I hear:
“You know what his nickname is…? Monkey.”
To a ruckus-wracking player making a loud noise stamping his feet:
“Caleb, you need to calm down.”
“Find your happy place.”
“I bounced my water bottle over the edge.”
Some Stanford Band members come bearing gifts:
“It’s a tradition with our band to bring Trombone Nachos.”
“Could you stop stamping your feet for a moment? I can’t drink my water.”
After reviewing that night’s quotes:
“We should have called you Scribbler.”
“Or after tonight, Thumper.”
On the bus ride back, we wonder if our return plans are made:
“Considering how long it took to charter the first plane…” [Four days]
“All I know is that I’ll be on a plane tomorrow…”
Oft-repeated phrase:
“Wait for it…”
Group: “Eh!”
The game is over, but we’re still in Arizona –
Concerning the hotel facing the parking garage:
“It’s really weird to look out the window and see cars… especially on the fifth floor.”
A person walks in at the end of a conversation on band department politics:
“Boy, this room is really depressing.”
A phone call to a Mini Mizzou member confirms the obvious:
“Souza says you guys have officially had a better time in Tempè than we did in Dallas.” [At the Big 12 Tournament]
On being stranded in the Southwest:
“When it rains, it pours…”
“Especially in the desert.”
Frank fills us in on the “leaving situation”:
“It could be three hours; it could be tomorrow morning.”
Upon learning there will be no more additional per diem money:
"So those of us who spent like there was no tomorrow are screwed?"
"Yeah."
"Looks like we'll be spotting lots of people money."
Weighing afternoon destinations, since we’re still here:
“If we went to Albuquerque, we could have Albuquerque turkey sandwiches!”
Our athletics chaperone wants a more precise request after repeated calls for “Downtown Phoenix”:
“Who has a specific place you’d like to go?”
“Downtown Phoenix.”
“That’s all we know…”
Pause.
“Las Vegas!”
“Mexico!”
Spotting a bizarre business while crossing town:
“What is a boat salesman doing in Phoenix?”
At the Arizona Aloha Festival:
“This makes sense. After all, the Southwest has always had a strong Polynesian influence.”
On the music education major playing with a flying dinosaur toy:
“Kaw! Com’on kids. Let’s make Pterodactyl noises.”
“You don’t plan on teaching high school, do you?”
“Kaw!”
Warning sign in our taxi:
“DO NOT DRIVE AND LOOK AT FARE”
At the mall:
“I want to sit on the Easter Bunny’s lap!”
“No! On behalf of the Easter Bunny, no!”
“Hey, let’s all get caricatures of each other!”
“No. I hate my face. Why would I want to be reminded of it with all the defects and idiosyncrasies grossly exaggerated?”
On getting a snow cone:
“It’s ice-tastic!”
Comments while watching the "Dawn of the Dead" remake:
After seated next to a 5-year old: “This kid does not belong here.”
After the Universal Logo: “Look, it’s the dawn.”
After a gruesome death: “Twenty minutes until the band pool party!”
After the dark credits finish: “I love a happy ending!”
At the band pool party, discussing Mizzou’s “Oklahoma bites the big one” song with one of the Stanford band members:
“Yeah… We’re already trying to learn that song for tomorrow.”
Upon reaching the “Beat that dog” section:
“That’s my favorite part.”
Upon hearing we’d be getting more per diem:
“Now I can afford to eat.”
"I can afford to pay you back.”
Oft-repeated phrase:
“I spent all of Frank’s money.”
Our Final Day –
The conversation after our unplanned 8:32 wakeup call:
“What? Holy hell… Okay.”
An 8:52 Conversation with a confused Mexican cleaning maid:
“Check out?”
“No, not yet.”
“Check out?”
“I just heard about it. We’re working on it.”
She holds up a clipboard with all the band room highlighted in orange:
“Check out?”
“Yes, just give us an hour…”
The chaperones laugh about the groups’ slow reactions:
“What I like is, fumble, fumble, fumble, ‘Hello?’”
About the group being split across 3 planes:
“We were lucky to find these spots to begin with.”
Oft-repeated phrase, last said at 12:26 p.m. before leaving the hotel:
“So the Stanford guy is still in my room.”
Heading Home –
With one last pit stop:
“We’re going to the mall? I could have bought a new suitcase instead of duct taping and stapling mine.”
“Can I put that bag in that bag? Huh huh huh. Redundancy department.”
On stowing the pocketknives and scissors taken through the chartered plane security:
“Remember, we’re going through real security this time.”
On the “festive” clothes purchased and worn by others:
“If they’re going to wear their crazy hats, I’m going to wear my ‘Hi Mom!’ hat.”
“Trip of Fun!”
On White Chocolate, with his hat cocked sideways:
“You look like a British rapper.”
“I don’t want to look like a British rapper.”
“Whoa, I just realized how few upperclassmen there are left.”
“Holy Freshmen!”
On the amount of food that was gorged:
“After this trip, I’m never eating again.”
“Is it sad that I already miss the Stanford Band?”
“Yes.”
“Of course, they weren’t sleeping in my room.”
The Bear’s Final Seduction –
“I’m going to beg Frank to wear the bear suit.”
“What!?”
Imagined conversation with Frank:
“Yeah, we know you’ve worked hard, and we want to make you an official member of the band.”
“Frank really has the crappiest job.”
“Especially now that it’s just him.” [the other chaperones departed on the earlier plane]
“Yeah, he’s like the last nanny in the asylum.”
“The bear is the band mascot!”
“We could pay him $5 apiece.”
“Can you imagine him explaining to athletics how he unexpectedly saved $48 dollars?”
“Well, there are some good quotas on the internet.”
“Asking Frank to wear the bear is like asking Mother Teresa to sign your bra. I don’t see that happening.”
After Frank DOES have his picture taken holding the bear:
“I swear, we are the most corruptive force known to man.”
Oft-repeated phrase:
“You’ve been had by Marching Mizzou.”
On a hasty exit after a call informed us the bus was ready to go:
“Quick! Run!”
“Because running doesn’t attract attention in the mall.”
“Never.”
“I’m looking forward to talking with security.”
Upon reaching the bus, explaining the timing to a less than amused Frank:
“For the record, according to my watch, we still have 30 seconds.”
As the bus turns around to be better positioned to leave, Sara exits the mall:
“She’s freaking out.”
“Wow, she can run fast.”
At the Barry Goldwater Airport Terminal –
“Oh! Puppy dog… that sniffs for drugs…”
“I still have my key.”
“My key is in my back pocket.”
“Mine too.”
“It’ll take a spot next to my Westin key and my Shoney’s Inn key.” [hotels frequented by the band in previous trips]
After learning names were switched and tickets almost came up short:
“You good?”
“I’m good.”
“We’d like to take you home with us, you know.”
Recounting trouble at our last security checkpoint:
“The Security guard said, ‘You’re wearing too much. Take off some more. Start with your belt.’ I felt violated”
On taking more group photos:
“We probably looked like tourists.”
“At least we aren’t as white as when we started.”
“I love Three Point. As much as I love it before, I love it three times as much now.”
Another crowding of the basketball players freaks them out:
“You know what just went through their minds?”
“I hope we’re not by the band.”
“Oh my God. The headphones aren’t drowning them out.”
We want one last group photo:
“Okay it will be one, two, three; not one, two, three, click.”
“Just take the picture.”
The clicking sound signals the end of a roll of film:
“You know what that means? The end of pictures of fun in Tempè.”
“You rock my socks off; if I had socks on.”
“Are we the only ones who had their pictures taken with basketball players?”
“Yes.”
The two freshmen exchange high fives.
“Megan Roney says that she wants a cheer for next season.”
To the tune of "Row, Row, Row your boat:
“Row, Row, Roney, Mo.”
“No…”
“It’s a good thing we have all summer.”
Oft-repeated phrase on the plane:
“How you doing, Rachel?”
In St. Louis –
After landing, some basketball parents a still slightly paranoid:
“We’re closer.”
“If we landed in the right place. We could be in Chicago for all we know.”
“You must excuse us. The team has been on quite a trip. We’re taking nothing for granted until we see our homes tonight.”
Comparing seating arrangements:
“We had better seats than Frank, and were three seats behind Mike Alden.”
“Of course, Frank had to sit next to D.J.”
He glowers.
“Of course, he may not find that as funny as us.”
D.J. explains:
“I asked if I could sit by the window and he said, ‘No!’”
“There was no party in Tempè. There was no party in Tempè.”
“Huh?”
“What trip were you on?”
“I’m just saying that so Frank will hear.”
“Look! It’s Hi Mom’s Mom!”
“Hi Mom!”
“Hi kids!”
Comparing plans at the luggage carousel:
“So are you going straight to St. Louis?”
“Well… I’m already in St. Louis.”
“I mean…”
When collecting their bags and seeing who will get the bag last:
“I win!”
The basketball team has a question for us for a change:
“Is it hard playing an instrument?”
“Well…”
“That’s not an easy question to answer.”
“You really don’t think about it.”
“It’s like asking you if it’s hard to play basketball.”
“I mean you practice and you put your time in…”
“At this point, the major thing is that it’s a lot of fun.”
Pause.
“I think that’s the deepest conversation we’ve had all trip.”
The final bus ride –
“This is the party bus.”
“It’s like we brought a piece of Tempè with us.”
On spotting another University of Phoenix:
“We didn’t go anywhere!”
“Do you pay out of state tuition for the University of Phoenix, because you’re not going anywhere.”
Watching the "Zoolander" gasoline fight scene on the bus:
“All his friends die?”
“It’s a comedy.”
“That’s depressing!”
Our bus bypasses Columbia and stops at the regional airport so some people can collect their cars:
“Ah… Frank? Is the airport still open, because they’re holding our stuff.”
“Um… We’ll see…”
“Because I want my scissors.”
The lure of certain last names:
“If I was dating a guy named Pickles, I’d make sure to God I married him.”
“We just passed KOMU, again.”
While the disco Star Wars theme plays on the laptop:
“Somewhere, I think John Williams is…”
“Rolling in his grave?”
“No. I think he’s still alive, but this is the type of thing that will put him there.”
“You guys are so cool. We need to hang out more often.”
“We need to go to bed. I’ve had too much Three Point.”
Upon reaching the parking grage:
“There’s a lot of cars here on a Monday night… at midnight… during Spring Break.”
“Whose cars are these?”
“That’s the thing. With the extended dates, I feel like I’ve been on vacation all week."
“It’s a good thing classes aren’t tomorrow, because I probably wouldn’t go.”
2004 Tempè Trip Nicknames –
Adam – White Chocolate
Amy the chaperone – Where’s the band?
Anna – It’s Always the Quiet One
April – Smurfette
Brian – Hi Mom
Caleb – Monkey
Chris – Muffin
D.J. – Italian Stallion
Erika – Squêker
Josh E. – Boy Toy
Josh J. – Dirty Drummer
Josh W. – Chunky Band Camp
Justin – Lord of the Ladies
Kristen – I really was Sick
Kyle – El Douche-O
Marika – In-N-Out Girl
Matt – Taxicab
Michelle – Tequila
Rachel C. – Make-out Band-it
Rachel N. – Tuna Box
Ryan G. – Anal Pop
Ryan S. – Skip
Sally – Leprechaun
Sam – Dr. Feel Good
Sara B. – Knock-Kneed Lobster
Sara T. – The Professor (Drunk Dialing Ph.D.)
Stephanie – Dry Bar
Tara – Gandhi Walked
Taylor – I’m Not Even in 3 Point
Zach – Pocket Knife
“And remember, Three Point and I love you.”
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