Pitchers, catchers, and injured players began reporting for spring training today! Or yesterday. I'm not sure. The Sox don't report until the 21st, and really, that's what is important. In honor of this holy day, I thought I might catch up! (Not my finest work, I'm aware, but I really didn't have anywhere else to go with it besides some kind of overused homosexual reference, and frankly, I'm better than that.)
Let's start with last night, shall we? Well yesterday was Ash Wednesday, a holy day of obligation. So, being the good Catholic girl that I am, I went to mass... at a Protestant church. That last part was an accident, but as it turned out, a rather eye-opening experience. I'm sure most people are aware that the Church of England was created when King Henry VIII broke away from the Catholic church in order to divorce Queen Catherine and marry Anne Boleyn. As it turns out, it's all very much the same. I'm not sure if it was the religion itself, or the fact that I attended service in an ancient church, but it was much like I imagined mass to be like in 1540- except in English (I imagine Latin was still being used then, but I have no factual basis for that assumption). There was a choir that at first, I'll admit, freaked me out. By the end however, I was expecting some little kid to bust out in Prince's When Dove's Cry. In all, it was cool to see, but I will be attending Catholic mass for the rest of Lent.
Not related to my posts, but just a pretty picture I took while touring the other side of the river with theatre class- next time we get to see the prostitutes graveyard. He's a weird chap. I like him. Earlier in the week I went to yet another play. This one was entitled Ghosts. Absolute rubbish. I love going to the theatre, and even I fell asleep in the first act. The lead male was actually very attractive, and yet, even he was not enough to keep my attention. Don't see it; it's really not worth the almost THREE hours you will squander away. Watching the entire series of Weeds would be much more productive.
I've been watching Weeds.
What else have I done? I've been trying to keep it pretty low key lately- and succeeding for the most part. I have a new favorite local pub to replace Glouscester Arms, it is called Goat Tavern. Great fish and chips, friendly bartender from Philly.
The Phillies signed Jose Contreras who went 6-13 with a 4.92 ERA last season with the White Sox and Rockies.
Played quarters.. well 10 pence, with a pint glass. Second try. Yes, I am amazing. Caroline was not happy.
This past weekend a few of us went to the UK premiere of Valentine's Day to watch the celebs walk the red carpet. People are fucking crazy. Celebrities make normal everyday citizens bat shit crazy. Interesting experience to say the least. The following day we actually went to see the film. It's no Love Actually. The theatre was badass though, I will go again... but not until Wednesday when its buy one, get one.
I haven't written in such a long time, I'm sure that I have more to talk about... Everything is set for spring break, I leave a week from to today for Amsterdam! I have a midterm the day before I leave (yes, a midterm). I can't stand my professor for that class either- she's a condescending bitch. I know, seems like my kind of person right? Well, wrong.
An update on my flatmates? Sure. I love them. Under normal circumstances I'm sure most of us would not be friends, but we are. I know, a stark contrast from my initial perceptions, however, the other day we had a nice chat about that over lunch at Maggie Jones's (famous restaurant serving traditional English food). Turns out, everyone had feelings very similar to mine. I think we all grew on each other rather quickly, much like the mold I'm sure is growing in our damp, shithole of a building. Oh, by the way, the food was... meh. Good for British food you could say, but British food sucks. As does the weather (I left my traditional rant out earlier, had to slip it in).
Well, big weekend coming up. Tomorrow Brighton, Saturday Greenwich, and Sunday a football match! Who says you can't take a Yank to football?
1 comment:
First off, I love the way in which write, Elena, my dear. Connecting each thing to the thing before it.
As far as your friendly bartender is concerned, I have this to say:
"West Philadelphia born and raised, on the playground is where I spent most of my days. Chillin' out, maxin and relaxin' all cool and shootin' some b-ball outside the school. When a couple of guys, who were up to no good, started makin' trouble in my neighborhood. I got into one little fight, and my momma got scared, and she said you're movin' with your auntie and uncle to Bel-Air."
Good luck on your midterm, sweetheart.
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