Guaranteed to have a heck of a day...
That's a line from that 1984 classic remake of the Meet the Mets song. Long story short, I went to a Mets game last night for the first time since, the 90's. That sounds weird. As soon as I heard that song playing outside the gate, I got so excited. My dad and I missed the first half of the first inning, but it didn't matter because it was a lot of fun. Sadly, all of the action happened at the beginning of the game, with the score tied at 2-2 by the middle of the game and it didn't change until the 11th inning when the Phillies scored two runs and the Mets couldn't come back (we had already left to beat traffic, and get some delicious Italian ices).
Other than that, I've done pretty much nothing while at home. I uploaded my pictures to Google Picasa and here's the link you've been anticipating: My Euro-trip Pics. I also started looking at the horn audition music for ensembles next semester and well... it's going to kick my butt. Besides the end of it, the lowest note I have is a concert B, and then everything is above the staff.... Well, if my lips permanently swell to three times they're size, you'll know why. Off to practice.
Adios.
Other than that, I've done pretty much nothing while at home. I uploaded my pictures to Google Picasa and here's the link you've been anticipating: My Euro-trip Pics. I also started looking at the horn audition music for ensembles next semester and well... it's going to kick my butt. Besides the end of it, the lowest note I have is a concert B, and then everything is above the staff.... Well, if my lips permanently swell to three times they're size, you'll know why. Off to practice.
Adios.