Hitchhikers and Extraterrestrials

So this past Thursday, our bus broke down on the way to Logansport and this guy offered to help. I think his name was Angel Clare (no correlation to Thomas Hardy's fictional character). He said something was wrong with our hibbledy-bop or whatever (I know nothing of buses) and opened the hood up. Now, I'm not sure what he did, but I think he installed some sort of rocket engine on the bus, because the next thing I knew we were in a galaxy far far away. This wasn't good, for you see, we had a show to do that day, and time was of the essence since our bus had broken down as it often does. (I'm still not sure how we made it the first leg of the tour with no engine). I can't remember the name of the planet on which we landed, but we met these strange creatures with 15 mouths. It's not that I didn't like them, they were very hospitable, there was a kindly one who had us over for tea and we played bridge for awhile but we couldn't stay. The entire town of Logansport was waiting for us. So I decided That I was getting extremely bored with this preposterous story, so long story short, we were teleported there and our bus was magically fixed.
P.S. The tea was good.

This story is dedicated to the awesomely awesomest person on earth, Kylie Edmonds. She's actually so awesome, I'm not even sure she's human.


But on the serious side of things:
We have five shows left. I'll miss it. A lot. It's been a good second year.

Some things I'll remember off the top of my head (I'm not ususally one for lists, but oh well):

Awkward Spinal Tap references
brick walls
Phil's southern accent
Fubby the Fampire Fayer
Alternate lyrics to "the fox"
Making Patrick's eyes bulge when I was dressed as "Fyoon"

There's a ton more, but I really don't feel like typing a whole lot more, making up ridiculous stories wears me out.

Love
Theodoros

P.S. Notice that there's no comma after "love". That's because it's a command. LOVE ME!
I crack myself up.