To top off the day, we decided to have a "dinner party" kind of thing at a friends place. He cooked up some really awesome vegan food, and we got to hang out and vent a little. It was very much needed all the way around. Unfortunately, it was poring when we left, so I can now say I have experienced riding my bike in the poring rain at night in Amsterdam.
I was assigned a drum practice room (they call them "cabines", which is kind of a cute way to describe the tiny room we are expected to live in) yesterday, so that was good. The guys I am sharing with are very cool too, which is very important since I forgot my cymbals. Since I got all of that figured out, I got to practice this morning. I can honestly not remember the last time I really sat down and practiced, hard, like this. It was somewhat depressing to be reminded how bad (or should I say "rusty") I sound, however it felt refreshing to be at least a little warmer than I have been. One of my "roommates" (a gent I share the practice room with) took me to a little music store near Dam Square, where I purchased some drum essentials. The gentleman working at the store asked me where I was from (as most people do), and continued to press for a more detailed description of my home than my typical answers of "United States", to "California", then to "Southern California". Turns out he has relatives in Palm Springs, and actually knew where Redlands was (not Hemet however)! Nothing like hearing the name of your home town 6000 miles away to make you feel connected to the people. Now if only I spoke Dutch....
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