Atypical Wednesday

I got up early, because I had to go get a replacement bus pass for the one I lost last week. Lame, but whatever. The weather in Nottingham was beautiful today. A little cold, but nothing that a good Minnesotan can't easily handle. But compared to the general crappiness of wind, rain, and overcastness, it was great. So, I was downtown by 9:30, and after getting the aforementioned bus pass, I went to Sports World, and picked up a cheap Umbro sweatshirt thing for baseball and a duffel bag to carry all my baseball crap in. I also noticed that the holiday drinks were available at Starbucks, so I felt compelled to purchase a peppermint mocha, which is my favorite coffee drink ever. First trip to Starbucks in England, quite momentous. I really should have brought my camera with to take the photos I keep promising, as it was such a perfect day. But, I forgot. Anyways, I got back, packed up the trombone and baseball gear, and headed to the university. An invigorating (not really) hour of Islamic Tradition later, I chatted with Hilary and Mary for a while before promptly exploding an apple flavored Lucozade all over my jeans. Lucozade is basically British carbonated Gatorade. And I did in the library, which made it even more fun. For once it wasn't rainy and dreary for baseball. I learned a couple things at practice. First of all, I am not fast. Second of all, relating to fact one, I am not a threat to steal. My sliding abilities are about as ungraceful as they can get. I always seem to end up falling over myself in some manner or another. Basically, never actually sliding in like you're supposed to, more like falling with style. Who am I kidding, I just pretty much fall, no style. Needless to say, I pretty much sucked at practice today. I'm excited with the prospect of actually being able to go to the scrimmage on Sunday though. A couple bruised thighs and outfield collisions later, I went to brass ensemble. Only 4 trombones showed up, so I volunteered to play the bass part. Man, it felt great. I miss bass trombone. I really miss the satisfaction of landing hard on a low F or E flat, and just making that thing roar. Obviously, my bass playing was not as pronounced on the old Bach 42, but it was great to play nonetheless. It sort of makes me not look forward to going back to the B flat treble clefness of 1st part. Who am I kidding again, I like the bass part. Brass ensemble was fun tonight though, mostly because I did get to play the bass part. Hopefully my good friend the Getzen Eterna bass trombone with the yellow brass bell is still waiting for me in seat 5 of the LCCB when I get back. Either that or I'm taking your spot Benjamin. I'm getting excited for my orchestra concert this Sunday. I think a few people from the flat are coming, which is really nice. It's always better to play for friends, than just a bunch of random people. And the Schumann has this super intense trombone part, where we like, signify the voice of God bursting out through the clouds. The night was good. We had our own flat version of California Burger Night (a legendary Luther caf meal), and I had a good conversation with Scott. Somehow, I don't think we're going to pay $600 for two Manchester United tickets. We also watched some Ali G. Anyways, the gals are heading off to London on a privately funded and planned trip this weekend, leaving the flat to us men, plus possibly Kate. They'll have a great time in Europe's largest city, and we'll have fun here. A weekend full of orchestra rehearsal, baseball practice, going to see the Borat movie, and whatever else. I have to go to bed, I have a practice room reserved for 9 in the morning tomorrow. Which means I have to leave at 8:25. Later.