  Today, the BCB went over to bless the town of Needham with our sultry siren song repetoire of ill fated obscure military marching band compositions. All towns should be so lucky. Oh, and we had a dozen of the Krispy Kreme donughts left from urlLink the day before . And the parade promised to be short and sweet. So... awesome! We drove over and found the town with little trouble. It was parking that was a problem. There were clowns in the parking lot. 2 troops of clowns .
My heart was set to "hummingbird". No matter - the clowns didn't give us any trouble. We warmed up a bit, got into our parade block and marched a very short [and friggin wet] parade. The rain wasn't all that bad seeing as how the parade was mindlessly short. When it was all over, we collected our checks and started the short trek back to our cars. ...and then there were clowns... On the way back to our car, we saw a pair of them - one on a clown bike and one on foot in those super evil clown shoes that they wear. Crestfallen and soaked (due to the rain... which made their make-up streaky and all the more frightening) they ambled down the road in the same direction we were headed. Mike Winograd [Frankpipe - sax/vocals/keys] whips out his clarinet and plays a "happy clown song" to cheer them up. They ignore us entirely. This was not taken well by Jesse, one of our number, who immediatly busted out with "Everybody hates clowns!".
The clowns hung their heads in shame and continued walking (all the more depressed) back to their car. Back at the cars, we began stripping of the Boston City Band getups and putting on our "less dignified" street clothes. The clowns were there too, though they showed no sign of changing clothes any time soon. We still had donughts from the day before, thank God, and a mini snackfest broke out. Something about the doughnuts spooked the clowns. The clowns parked near us saw the box of donughts and FLIPPED OUT - hard. They started by talking amongst themselves in some "other" language [Clownese or something] all scary high and creepy.
It was all so surreal. Finally, they reached some sort of consensus and one of them [their leader? ] screamed: "Donughts! Attack! " ...in a crazy high shrill voice. If my pants weren't around my ankles, I would have gotten the hell out of dodge right then and there. Thank God we left soon after. They had started hitting on Jesse (who is 14 years old by the way - they hit on him more when we told them this) and it was clear that it was time to get gone.
We escaped with our lives [whew! ] and made it back to Boston in one piece. I retreated to my apartment and promptly passed out. The rest of the day was clown free; Spider Man 2 (wicked awesome), some decent potato skins, and now this - posting. Tommorow is looking to be fairly uneventful and I'm looking forward to that. Though I wouldn't mind an adventure or two... ...so long as there are no clowns ... zzz... 
