Check this out. Look at the roster, particularly under "outfielders." As Kevin said at dinner, I am famous. Not to mention the fact that my team was once mentioned on national TV (albeit at 2 in the morning), and yes, I guess I am famous. Wow. But then again, I haven't been to baseball for two weeks...
In other news, 4 of us took up Mark and Carol on an offer Sunday morning to drive out to Southwell for church. Southwell is a small village about a half and hour drive outside of Nottingham and has a very historic cathedral. Myself, I found my way to Southwell earlier in the year on account of our class assignment to visit a small local village. I had Upton, possibly the deadest village in England, so I copped out and took the bus back to Southwell and checked out the cathedral. It's a very pleasant church. Very local, if you get the idea. What's cool about it is that they've incorporated all this modern religious art into the cathedral. And parts of the cathedral are some 1,000 years old, so it's very striking. They do have a very frightening golden Jesus looming over the nave though, which sort of strikes more fear than anything else. But church went well, it was nice to catch one more C of E service. Afterwards, we ate lunch in the cathedral refectory. Carol persuaded Mark to buy us all desert, so I had treacle pudding along with my cheesy jacket potato. It was nice for the 4 of us to spend some time with M and C. Even among all their frustrating class stuff, they're good people, and essential to this year's experience. It would have been very different without hearing their dry, extremely cultured, professor-ish witty comments at dinner and on house trips.
Anyways, it's been sort of rainy and gross out lately. Today however, it's clearing up a bit, so that's nice. I think Brandon and I are going to go play some ball in a nearby park, try and get out of the house. The flat has been absolutely frigid lately, as the boiler has been broken since spring break, and it's been colder lately. Over the past few weeks, we've slowly been working through The Lord of the Rings as a group. We usually start too late to want to watch all 5 hours of any given movie, so we have been splitting up the discs for different night. All that's left now is the second disc of Return of the King.
In other flat news, yesterday was most likely my last day cooking. I think I went out with a bang, I literally spent 4 hours making steak and Guinness pie, a traditional English dish with a bit of an Irish twist. I was really pleased with how it went out, and could tangibly feel like I'm getting better at cooking. So, huzzah. Last night we went out to The Lion and the Vernon Arms to celebrate Ryan's birthday. It was a good time, it was fun for all of us to be together (minus Kate, she was on a last hurrah trip to London and Oxford). But, ale was consumed, a few indulged in Brandon's graciously proferred Polish cigars, and good conversation was had. I go on and on about how close we've become, and how much I'll miss these people. So in lieu of actually saying it, I'm hoping to just intimate it this time.
Well, better get off and try to get a start on this I, Traveler essay that represents the last academic commitment of this school year. You would think it would be easy to write about yourself as a traveler. You would be wrong.
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