Come on you Rams!

Right, so above is the best I can do at documenting (camera cable found 1 hour ago) me in my new shirt, which I purchased in order to support my man via his favorite football club of all time. Isn't that sweeter than a bag of muffins. But, I'll have you know Derby came out on top against Cardiff 2-1, allowing me to see not only my first (and subsequently second) goal scored by said revered team, but the win as well! It was a fantastic! And really hot when the sun wasn't covered by cloud, which was about half the time, which is more than I can say about an OU football game in August. The part about the cloud covering the sun that is, and it being not hot at points. Because 3 hours plus in the student section is really flippin hot. But, back to topic A, the game was such a good time, I look forward to more, and it will be even better, I am told, to see the Rams on the road.

I was thinking about English football season, which makes up, what... 9 almost 10 months of the year, and how much my brother Aaron would enjoy it. I mean, we're talking almost every Saturday, and sometimes days in between, of seeing your team play, and even when they are away, its no more than, like, a 5 hour drive or something. And the crowds are so into it, hurling praise alongside of abuse however it goes, chanting. An excellent time. Maybe he'll have to come over sometime and experience it with his boys *hint hint*.

Anyways... before coming back up to Derby to see them play, Sam and I were down in London at a party for some of his friends from university. We ended up staying the night with Victoria, one of Sam's friends, whom I ended up talking to a lot at the party since we both didn't know that many people there. Lovely girl, I look forward to knowing her better. But, Sam and I hadn't quite figured out where we were going to stay in London, so in speaking to Vics, Sam asked if she happened to have any extra room, which she did and welcomed us with open arms. Turns out her flat is not only in the Royal Burrough of Kensington and Chelsea (very posh), but about 200 yards down the street from her front door is the Albert Bridge. Wow. Its a probably for the best that we were in a hurry to catch our coach the next morning, because I was walking agape past all the wonderful shops on King's Road, and I didn't even see the half of it.

So, a fantastic weekend, basically, topped off by a giant nap today after church and a dinner of a delicious roasted leg of lamb *drooooool*, a walk through the parks and nearby woods, and a long talk with Sam's dad about various theological topics. And now... back to the Accountants, ho hum.