The Lion Sleeps... In until Noon
It's now 11:30 in the morning on Saturday, and I'm DYING. Despite our amazing track record in the flat of staying in, going to bed early-ish, and waking up super late, last night we did the unthinkable. Not only did we decide to go to the pub, The Lion, but we eventually stayed up talking until 4:30 in the morning. And now i'm paying for it....
It's been awhile since i've posted, so i'll fly through some lame happenings before recapping last night in picutre form... Thursday night a group of us (Hil, Brando, Aaron, Ryan, myself) went to The Lion for Open mic night... the talent was questionable, but the atmosphere was, as always, coffeeshop meets English pub meets Ivy League collegiate bar (there's just something un-publike about the exposed brick walls, red painted rafters, towering display of alcohol, chalk-board display of the weekly ales, and dried garland plants draped with christmas lights that looks very Better homes and Gardeny...)
Friday brought another late start to the day, with the girls not emerging from the abyss that is thier room until 11am.... After a quick stop in Broadmarsh (Nottingham's second mall, the one containing super EuroStore H&M), we attended the most boring lecture of all time, The Islamic Tradition, or as it should be known, The "Which one of the flatmates will show up late and/or fall asleep during class" Tradition...
The gang arrived home, I went for a run -to the Uni and back from the flat, 16 minutes thank you- and we chilled after dinner while Brandon went to his 'job'(aka, St Mary's Choir, which turns out is an amazing group of sight-singers who perform their first concert tonight...)
The Lion was again our destination, where we met up with David Juggins (and laughed at his Trojan Condom Tshirt...the guy is 50+), and talked about ales and traditional cask ale pubs, and were deafened by The Tightropes, an altogether too-loud band that is one of many slated to play every friday night at The Lion.
On the way back, there was a bit of a skirmish between us roommates, which left my coat torn and Brandon's papers lying in the street... both coincidentally Brandon's doings, but still consequences nontheless... (I'll let Brandon explain that, Mrs Becker...)
At about midnight, we arrived home, Mary made cookies, B and Ryan played chess, and we pretty much figured out the meaning of life as Kate arrived home from a wild night on the town with Anna....
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In a side note, I love my dad and stepmom for the amazing gift of several hours of FoodNetwork which i recieved on DVD this morning.....
A tip of the hat to the Urbandale Football team for earning their first victory last night over Homecoming Opponent Indianola.... the record now moves to 1-6.. .making them the best 1 win team in the state.. .nice job Zach...
Tonight is a possible 'going out night' following Brandon's concert, so the plan is H&M and Victoria Centre for some shoes (impossible to get inside some places without dress shoes, of which i have none...)
later
kevin
posted by Kevin @ 11:38 AM
1 Comments:
dude, i hope you get some classy kicks. today is day one of fall break, im still at luther. leaving shortly tho, which is nice.
I dont have the "fast internet" at home, so I doubt that i will be able to keep up with your bloggings, or play another round of "whats that sound" on skype, but dont fear, i still love you, and I might just go to a library...
ciao
Justin
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