S&S came to visit for a bit, and I really enjoyed playing music with them and the chats. (And of course a priceless guitar lesson.) Whenever I'm visited, I feel tremendously proud of York, as 9.9 out of 10 are impressed by the grace of this place. I feel also wholeheartedly proud of our guitarist--we have to have a gig before I die, I swear.
A bit before such eventful excitement of friendship instilment, the previous night I was lucky to be invited to Dr. KS's graduation drinks. Being with this group of friends pleases me loads, so relaxing, fun, and truthful.
And to trace back even further, I went to our uni's Woodstock festival for a bit. Saw friends' bands (Lowground and I AM JACK), hanging out about the stinky lake. Forgetting about work for a bit is always good.
That same day I lost big time at our club's badminton tournament. I still enjoy the sport and will just have to keep enjoying it while trying harder. Won the pub quiz tho. Hey hey, I'm sure that was the chairman's warm-hearted design to console the biggest loser...
Felt that a few things got to a steady condition; the long hovering passenger bravely accepts a certain confrontation. Something not belonging got unladen, like that Chinese philosopher says, you give up, you gain. One day she'll sing 'I'm Home'. Soon.