Always remember to steer with your ass.
So last night I went bar-hopping in River Falls. This in of itself is not particularly newsworthy. OMG Alkohol!!1`~ etc.
Anyway, the last bar we went to was a fairly small, slightly ugly place with a equally small and ugly dance floor and loud 'dance' music. 'dance' music being top 40 hip-hop, but this isn't anything unusual. Both the clientele and the location of the bar made such a choice of soundtracks unsurprising.
So I was existing in a mild, yet perfectly normal state of culture shock, when a thin (really this is the best way I can describe her, I was slightly intoxicated at the time) girl/woman gets my attention. She asked me if I had gone to Roseville. I replied that I had, she then asked me if I was Graham Wilson, this was also true. Evidently she had graduated in the same class as I had, I did indeed remember her, though not particularly strongly. The first thing she asked me about after ascertaining my identity, was my trombone playing. She was surprised that I wasn't a music major, or some type of professional musician or something.
I was slightly surprised by this. Someone I had next to no real experiences with remembered me for my trombone playing. As music is all I have 'wanted' to do with my life, but I have reconciled the idea that I will be unable to do this with my desires. Or I thought so. Realistically this will never be the case. This may or may not be relevant to my impending college graduation or not.
So yeah.
Anyway, the last bar we went to was a fairly small, slightly ugly place with a equally small and ugly dance floor and loud 'dance' music. 'dance' music being top 40 hip-hop, but this isn't anything unusual. Both the clientele and the location of the bar made such a choice of soundtracks unsurprising.
So I was existing in a mild, yet perfectly normal state of culture shock, when a thin (really this is the best way I can describe her, I was slightly intoxicated at the time) girl/woman gets my attention. She asked me if I had gone to Roseville. I replied that I had, she then asked me if I was Graham Wilson, this was also true. Evidently she had graduated in the same class as I had, I did indeed remember her, though not particularly strongly. The first thing she asked me about after ascertaining my identity, was my trombone playing. She was surprised that I wasn't a music major, or some type of professional musician or something.
I was slightly surprised by this. Someone I had next to no real experiences with remembered me for my trombone playing. As music is all I have 'wanted' to do with my life, but I have reconciled the idea that I will be unable to do this with my desires. Or I thought so. Realistically this will never be the case. This may or may not be relevant to my impending college graduation or not.
So yeah.