wow, i don't know how i managed today. it was hailing when we first got to the fields, and then it was just pouring rain. i came home wet down to my bones, and cold, and tired.
we played hard, we played well, but there's no way i can deny some of the sadness. erika broke her a bone in her hand yesterday, when we fell face first onto the uneven ground with two defenders on her. it was close to where there was a chipped bone, but a different bone. her hand's in a soft cast, and she can't play for the rest of the season. poor captains, daphne and erika.
on the first day at sectionals, we played boston college, then tufts, wellesley, wellesley B, and bentley. we won against BC, lost to tufts and wellesley, and beat wellesley B and bentley. we beat BC by a fair margin. i had a nice pass in that game. i had caught the disc as a popper, and even though the cup surrounded me, i looked around and saw sophie in my direct line of sight, right through a hole in the cup. i faked a backhand and threw a wide forehand to sophie. she didn't catch it, but i felt good about that moment when the disc swooshed through the cup. the game against tufts was hard. i think they were first seed. we got more points in the tufts game than the wellesley game. what stands out about that game was we ran really hard. the field we were playing on with tufts was fairly uneven, but all the fields we were playing on were quite weird...rolly and uneven...and the terrain for each field was different (we were at Goddard State park in RI). we worked some good zone-o in that game, but never quite got the disc in the endzone often enough. in the wellesley game: i remember wellesley really really liked to huck it, in hopes that ralph would get it. but i guess we could learn from them to go deep more. anyways, it was kinda crappy to keep losing to them on those hucks. it was sort of the same deal that we did a lot of good things to work the disc up the field, but never got it for the score. on a happier note, i got my first on the mark hand d when we played against bentley. it happened so fast, i didn't realize what had happened until i saw the disc in front of me after a split second. besides that, i don't remember much from the individual games...sorry, i have bad short term memory.
even sadder was our loss to harvard this morning. whoever won the game would qualify directly for regionals and could go home after one game. we were up by 3-0 at the beginning. we fought long and hard in the blistering cold and rain. we lost quite a few points on hucks, like the wellesley game. we had some zone-o working up the field though. the handlers were getting a lot better at throwing the "bendy" throws over the cup, either as a hammer, or a longer high up in the air bendy throw. but after we lost to them, we have to win two more games to qualify for regionals. we played brandeis next. we were soaking wet already before the game started. the rain wasn't letting up. it was so cold i had to run up and down the sideline often, and keep my hands tucked in my crotch to keep them warm (that led to a wet underwear.) the game against brandeis was close, end score 12-10. i was so nervous for that last point when the score was 11-10. i couldn't contain myself on the sideline. i kept on jumping up and down, repeating to myself "come on, come on, come ON, smite!" finally, we were in our endzone, and after the disc bounced between O and D hands, it landed in doris's hands. our last game was canceled because of the terrible weather, so we'll probably have to play BU next weekend.
Monday, April 16, 2007
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
when you feel that heat, and we're gonna ride that boogie, share that beat of love...
ahhh, where do i begin? this weekend in north carolina was...right, let me elaborate:
friday: nancy, nurit, catherine, lindsay, and i don't get into our hotel in greenville until 1 am. everyone's flight was delayed. catherine's was only 1/2 hour late. lindsay and i waited for our plane for like 3 hours before it finally started moving away from the gate. nancy and nurit's flight didn't get in until 11 something. then nurit had to drive us from raleigh to greenville. we all slept in the same room. and of course, i was so excited to sleep on the floor : )
saturday: despite only 6 hours of sleep after a week of hell, i was totally up and ready for the tournament. i ate just the right amount of breakfast. i knew it was just the right amount because i didn't get any stomach cramps during the games! that's pretty amazing for me, the girl who needs to eat dinner at least three hours before night practices. we played richmond, appalachian state and upenn. and we won all our games! we beat richmond and app. state by a good margin, but when upenn stepped up to the line, they brought us a good challenge. they were up 3-0 by three quick easy points. then of course, nancy came up to us on the line and smiled, calling positions for zone d. we were excited and ready for some of that zone we've been practicing. And all of a sudden...the turnovers came like gold at the end of the rainbow...and the emotions were beyond phenomenal. You could feel the surge of smite energy in your bones. the points were still long and hard, but we took half, and eventually won the game. i just absolutely loved the way we kept changing our defensive strategy and how it confused them terribly. on almost every point, it was about trying something new. i never imagined how smart ultimate could be played or how those smart strategies could be implemented.
sunday: we played middlebury and tufts. we lost to tufts, which is why we only had two games. tufts was a decent opponent, but at the same time, i think we didn't have the fire that we had the day before. when we were down 3-1, you could already sense the downness in our spirits, as opposed to the previous 3-0 situation with upenn, where we had vengeful energy surging out of us. despite our not so together first half with tufts, the second half we came out much stronger. we impressed nancy with our improvement in man-d. we were pretty much even in the second half. for every point that they got, we also got. we had some trouble recognizing and cutting to the open side, but that should be a simple thing to fix. we also straightened up our clearing and going back into the stack movements by the end of the tufts game. the game's ending was hopeful, and our potential is there.
my favorite moment of the day, was when we called bulldozer in the end zone. veena ran to the open side calling "MMMMMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE". it was the most distracting thing she could do. i had couldn't stop the huge grin when i heard it once the disc was in. in the end, we didn't get that point because meri got d'ed when she came in for the disk.
so now i'm in virginia with my rugrat nieces (10 and 8 years old), and still throwing frisbees! i did not pressure them...it was their idea to throw frisbee outside. i'm glad i still got some throwing in today.
friday: nancy, nurit, catherine, lindsay, and i don't get into our hotel in greenville until 1 am. everyone's flight was delayed. catherine's was only 1/2 hour late. lindsay and i waited for our plane for like 3 hours before it finally started moving away from the gate. nancy and nurit's flight didn't get in until 11 something. then nurit had to drive us from raleigh to greenville. we all slept in the same room. and of course, i was so excited to sleep on the floor : )
saturday: despite only 6 hours of sleep after a week of hell, i was totally up and ready for the tournament. i ate just the right amount of breakfast. i knew it was just the right amount because i didn't get any stomach cramps during the games! that's pretty amazing for me, the girl who needs to eat dinner at least three hours before night practices. we played richmond, appalachian state and upenn. and we won all our games! we beat richmond and app. state by a good margin, but when upenn stepped up to the line, they brought us a good challenge. they were up 3-0 by three quick easy points. then of course, nancy came up to us on the line and smiled, calling positions for zone d. we were excited and ready for some of that zone we've been practicing. And all of a sudden...the turnovers came like gold at the end of the rainbow...and the emotions were beyond phenomenal. You could feel the surge of smite energy in your bones. the points were still long and hard, but we took half, and eventually won the game. i just absolutely loved the way we kept changing our defensive strategy and how it confused them terribly. on almost every point, it was about trying something new. i never imagined how smart ultimate could be played or how those smart strategies could be implemented.
sunday: we played middlebury and tufts. we lost to tufts, which is why we only had two games. tufts was a decent opponent, but at the same time, i think we didn't have the fire that we had the day before. when we were down 3-1, you could already sense the downness in our spirits, as opposed to the previous 3-0 situation with upenn, where we had vengeful energy surging out of us. despite our not so together first half with tufts, the second half we came out much stronger. we impressed nancy with our improvement in man-d. we were pretty much even in the second half. for every point that they got, we also got. we had some trouble recognizing and cutting to the open side, but that should be a simple thing to fix. we also straightened up our clearing and going back into the stack movements by the end of the tufts game. the game's ending was hopeful, and our potential is there.
my favorite moment of the day, was when we called bulldozer in the end zone. veena ran to the open side calling "MMMMMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE". it was the most distracting thing she could do. i had couldn't stop the huge grin when i heard it once the disc was in. in the end, we didn't get that point because meri got d'ed when she came in for the disk.
so now i'm in virginia with my rugrat nieces (10 and 8 years old), and still throwing frisbees! i did not pressure them...it was their idea to throw frisbee outside. i'm glad i still got some throwing in today.
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
random thoughts
when you think of WILG, what do you think of?
LOVE...one huge ball of love. which includes food, creativity, comfort, and relaxation.
do you sometimes feel like a certain song characterizes a uniqe emotion and time in your life?
right now it's daughters (john mayer) and cartwheels (the reindeer section)
LOVE...one huge ball of love. which includes food, creativity, comfort, and relaxation.
do you sometimes feel like a certain song characterizes a uniqe emotion and time in your life?
right now it's daughters (john mayer) and cartwheels (the reindeer section)
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
through the blink of an eye
the world seems to be flying past me. around the world adventures for a month finally bring me back to boston. between europe, work day, rush, and my last semester at MIT, i've been keeping myself busy. too occupied to blog regularly. now you know that i have too much time on my hands if i'm updating my blog.
"i have to get go back to mit. what a drag. hurry along now, have to catch that plane" i walked a few paces faster towards the subway-aka the 'tube' platform. "oh, i'll make it. it's only a little past 11. for a 1:45 flight, i should get there before 12:15. the airport can't be that far away".
Victoria Station comes into sight. there are a myriad of bus stations. which one is the right one? "excuse me, do you know where i can catch the shuttle bus to gatwick airport?" "yes, m'am, you have to walk over to the coach station" "yes, m'am, it's over there" after minutes and minutes of wandering, i arrive at the ticket counter. "ticket to gatwick please." "now?" "yes. how long will it take?" "an hour and fifteen minutes."--what! i might miss my flight--"the bus will leave in 15 minutes, at 12, and arrive at gatwick at 1:20"--that's 25 minutes before my flight leaves! i can't get to the airport that late! "there's no faster express bus?" "this IS the express bus, miss"--i WILL miss my flight! what to do? how can the airport be over an hour away? no choice. this is my only option.--i reluctantly hand over 10 quid to the lady.
i arrive at the gate. tons of people with luggage are sitting patiently around. ok, they haven't boarded yet. i walk around, make some phone calls. i am not missing this flight. it can't be possible. i am not paying for another flight. i am not going to be stuck in london for another day. maybe if i called some friends, they could check in online early for me. or maybe they'll let me check in if i call the airline in advance. no luck finding an internet cafe or telephones.
back to the gate. people are still waiting patiently.--that can't be possible. it's practically 12. something is wrong. maybe another minute or two people will start moving out.--another minute...nothing. i walk out of the gate and scan the row of buses in front. suddenly, the bus directly in front begins to move. i see the gatwick airport sign on the bus flash before my eyes. "stop!!! please! stop! i have to get on this bus"--bus keeps moving...--"STOP!"--bus stops. an employer approaches "miss, you can't be here." "please, i have to get on this bus. i'm going to miss my flight." "sorry, you're late. this bus is boarded and is leaving" without hearing my last words, she turns around and ignores me. "but i was here the entire time! i didn't know it was boarding." brain is heavy, heart is swelling, eyes are tearing. bus moves again. "NO! STOP, bus driver!"--HONK--wave arms frantically--HONK--'please understand', screaming--HONK. no use...i step back and watch the bus leave. tears streaming down. limbs frantic. emotions welling with anger. i run through the crowds, sobbing, expelling the excess energy.
breathless, helpless, hopeless; i plop down on a bench. sobbing, crying. how did it come to this? i had everything planned out. how could i be stuck here, alone? i must've been sobbing in the bus terminal for about 5 minutes. "excuse me..." i look up. a warm smile is greeting me. an old man with a british accent. "excuse me, miss. are you ok?" breathless, still, "yes, i'll be fine. i just need to..." short breaths "take a breath, and figure something out." he continues looking. "really, miss, will you be ok? what happened?" i was hesitant to tell him at first, but seeing his eagerness to help, i spill the beans. "well, i'm from around here, and i think there is an express train to gatwick. i hear it's quite convenient." "do you know how fast is it? i don't think i could make it anyways." "oh, i don't know, but we can make some inquiries. come, i'll walk you over to the train station. it's very close to here." i agree to follow him. we had a friendly conversation along the way. he tells me that he is going home to australia that day, and that he's stopping in hong kong. of course, i tell him i'm from hong kong and so on. finally, we get to the train station and he says, "we'll at least try to get you to the airport and see if you can catch your flight. it's at least more hopeful than staying at the bus terminal." we find out that the train is only 30 minutes, and the next one leaves in 3 minutes. and i can pay for the ticket on the train. the man was so nice and walked me to the coach doors. "do you need anything else? are you going to be ok? do you have enough money? is there anything else i can help you out with?" i said that i was going to be fine and thanked him a million times. he smiled, "i was so glad to be able to help you. you looked like you just needed some help. i'm so glad." with that, i thanked him again and got into the train.
i arrive at the airport around 50 minutes before departure. i'm running all over the place to find northwest airline check in. when i get there, the lady at the check in approaches me. "are you on this flight?...sorry, check in closes an hour before departure." "please, i don't need to check in my luggage. i just want to get on this flight." "we'll have to check with the captain and crew. but allowing you to board will be at your own risk. if you don't get to the boarding gate on time, we won't wait for you." "yes, yes." she walkie talkies the airline personelle. meanwhile, a security guy is questioning me with long-winded questions. "do you have anything that you can use as a weapon?..." finally, the lady comes back and says i can check in and my luggage can check in too. she hands me the boarding ticket, "you must get to the gate asap. the flight has already started boarding." i take it, and sprint to security. luckily, there weren't many people travelling that day. i get through security and start sprinting towards my terminal. the gate is pretty far, but the entire time, i just focused on getting myself on that flight. when i get to the gate, the boarding line is nearing the end. i take a deep breath and silently thank all the nice people in this world.
in the end, if i had taken that bus, i wouldn't have caught my flight. so it's true, some things happen for a reason.
"i have to get go back to mit. what a drag. hurry along now, have to catch that plane" i walked a few paces faster towards the subway-aka the 'tube' platform. "oh, i'll make it. it's only a little past 11. for a 1:45 flight, i should get there before 12:15. the airport can't be that far away".
Victoria Station comes into sight. there are a myriad of bus stations. which one is the right one? "excuse me, do you know where i can catch the shuttle bus to gatwick airport?" "yes, m'am, you have to walk over to the coach station" "yes, m'am, it's over there" after minutes and minutes of wandering, i arrive at the ticket counter. "ticket to gatwick please." "now?" "yes. how long will it take?" "an hour and fifteen minutes."--what! i might miss my flight--"the bus will leave in 15 minutes, at 12, and arrive at gatwick at 1:20"--that's 25 minutes before my flight leaves! i can't get to the airport that late! "there's no faster express bus?" "this IS the express bus, miss"--i WILL miss my flight! what to do? how can the airport be over an hour away? no choice. this is my only option.--i reluctantly hand over 10 quid to the lady.
i arrive at the gate. tons of people with luggage are sitting patiently around. ok, they haven't boarded yet. i walk around, make some phone calls. i am not missing this flight. it can't be possible. i am not paying for another flight. i am not going to be stuck in london for another day. maybe if i called some friends, they could check in online early for me. or maybe they'll let me check in if i call the airline in advance. no luck finding an internet cafe or telephones.
back to the gate. people are still waiting patiently.--that can't be possible. it's practically 12. something is wrong. maybe another minute or two people will start moving out.--another minute...nothing. i walk out of the gate and scan the row of buses in front. suddenly, the bus directly in front begins to move. i see the gatwick airport sign on the bus flash before my eyes. "stop!!! please! stop! i have to get on this bus"--bus keeps moving...--"STOP!"--bus stops. an employer approaches "miss, you can't be here." "please, i have to get on this bus. i'm going to miss my flight." "sorry, you're late. this bus is boarded and is leaving" without hearing my last words, she turns around and ignores me. "but i was here the entire time! i didn't know it was boarding." brain is heavy, heart is swelling, eyes are tearing. bus moves again. "NO! STOP, bus driver!"--HONK--wave arms frantically--HONK--'please understand', screaming--HONK. no use...i step back and watch the bus leave. tears streaming down. limbs frantic. emotions welling with anger. i run through the crowds, sobbing, expelling the excess energy.
breathless, helpless, hopeless; i plop down on a bench. sobbing, crying. how did it come to this? i had everything planned out. how could i be stuck here, alone? i must've been sobbing in the bus terminal for about 5 minutes. "excuse me..." i look up. a warm smile is greeting me. an old man with a british accent. "excuse me, miss. are you ok?" breathless, still, "yes, i'll be fine. i just need to..." short breaths "take a breath, and figure something out." he continues looking. "really, miss, will you be ok? what happened?" i was hesitant to tell him at first, but seeing his eagerness to help, i spill the beans. "well, i'm from around here, and i think there is an express train to gatwick. i hear it's quite convenient." "do you know how fast is it? i don't think i could make it anyways." "oh, i don't know, but we can make some inquiries. come, i'll walk you over to the train station. it's very close to here." i agree to follow him. we had a friendly conversation along the way. he tells me that he is going home to australia that day, and that he's stopping in hong kong. of course, i tell him i'm from hong kong and so on. finally, we get to the train station and he says, "we'll at least try to get you to the airport and see if you can catch your flight. it's at least more hopeful than staying at the bus terminal." we find out that the train is only 30 minutes, and the next one leaves in 3 minutes. and i can pay for the ticket on the train. the man was so nice and walked me to the coach doors. "do you need anything else? are you going to be ok? do you have enough money? is there anything else i can help you out with?" i said that i was going to be fine and thanked him a million times. he smiled, "i was so glad to be able to help you. you looked like you just needed some help. i'm so glad." with that, i thanked him again and got into the train.
i arrive at the airport around 50 minutes before departure. i'm running all over the place to find northwest airline check in. when i get there, the lady at the check in approaches me. "are you on this flight?...sorry, check in closes an hour before departure." "please, i don't need to check in my luggage. i just want to get on this flight." "we'll have to check with the captain and crew. but allowing you to board will be at your own risk. if you don't get to the boarding gate on time, we won't wait for you." "yes, yes." she walkie talkies the airline personelle. meanwhile, a security guy is questioning me with long-winded questions. "do you have anything that you can use as a weapon?..." finally, the lady comes back and says i can check in and my luggage can check in too. she hands me the boarding ticket, "you must get to the gate asap. the flight has already started boarding." i take it, and sprint to security. luckily, there weren't many people travelling that day. i get through security and start sprinting towards my terminal. the gate is pretty far, but the entire time, i just focused on getting myself on that flight. when i get to the gate, the boarding line is nearing the end. i take a deep breath and silently thank all the nice people in this world.
in the end, if i had taken that bus, i wouldn't have caught my flight. so it's true, some things happen for a reason.
Monday, January 15, 2007
O beautiful for spacious skies, For amber waves of grain
i'm cycling across the country this summer! i can't wait to ride along the west coast and through the grassy plains. how i will live the song America the Beautiful. the gorgeous change of landscapes is going to trump all the shame i feel for the country's politics.
i am awfully excited about the trip. i have certainly finally found my motivation to get through this spring semester. when i get stuck on my thesis or a paper, i'll just think of all the things i will see, and all the 'cooky' people i'll meet along the way. i do wish, though, that someday i'll get to ride through southern U.S., around new mexico,arizona, and utah. it will be too hot to do it in the summertime, so we're not going to do it this time. but imagine the canyons and the red mountains!
our route--the trip will take us about three months...start in the middle of june, through july, til the end of august. we're starting on the west coast, ride along the coast first, probably through northern california, oregon, and part of washington. then head across the country, participate in ragbrai through iowa at the end of july, then head back up to either nyc or boston. since we're not going with a program, we'll get to choose where we want to go depending on what we want to see!
currently, karen noiva and i are going together. we would love to have one more person to join us. do you want to come??
i am awfully excited about the trip. i have certainly finally found my motivation to get through this spring semester. when i get stuck on my thesis or a paper, i'll just think of all the things i will see, and all the 'cooky' people i'll meet along the way. i do wish, though, that someday i'll get to ride through southern U.S., around new mexico,arizona, and utah. it will be too hot to do it in the summertime, so we're not going to do it this time. but imagine the canyons and the red mountains!
our route--the trip will take us about three months...start in the middle of june, through july, til the end of august. we're starting on the west coast, ride along the coast first, probably through northern california, oregon, and part of washington. then head across the country, participate in ragbrai through iowa at the end of july, then head back up to either nyc or boston. since we're not going with a program, we'll get to choose where we want to go depending on what we want to see!
currently, karen noiva and i are going together. we would love to have one more person to join us. do you want to come??
Tuesday, January 09, 2007
going back in time
time travel is amazing, let me tell you. i'm leaving seoul at 7.30 pm, and getting to new york at 7.30 pm, of the same day. i wish i could teleport. that way i could travel anywhere in the world with just with a blink of an eye. but i suppose i'll be spending most of the 14 hour flight sleeping anyways, so maybe when i open my eyes again, i'll be in new york.
i'm sitting at the airport in hong kong, fully appreciating the free wi-fi. last week flew by with a blink, and now here i am, waiting to fly back to the states. even though i spent these past two weeks playing, i feel like i learned a great deal--a great deal about friend and family relationships, and how people find happiness in their lives. i'm glad i got to see all my friends (well, almost all), to help me understand life outside of mit. they made me realize that you don't have to be one of the brightest, the student with the highest GPA, or one with tremendous contribution to the world to have a meaningful life, and enjoy life happily. and i also found out that even the smartest people have many flaws that don't allow them to lead a happy life. i used to idolize my second uncle, because he was the smartest one in the family, having majored in physics for undergrad and got a phd from mit in nuclear engineering. but when it came to family relationships, he wasn't able to handle the problems very well.
then there are my windsurfing friends who never cared about school at all, and even if they did care, they didn't do well. yet they found themselves. they found jobs and got windsurfing instructor/coach licenses. some of them even got to travel (the States, Europe, Australia, China--Tibet!) and participated in exchange programs. as i listened to them tell their stories, a strong admiration for them grew inside of me. maybe i admired the way they they found their own path, found out who they are, and have their lives settled with a very particular goal for the future. and here i am, at the crossroad, about to graduate, and not having a single clue what i'm going to do, and what i will become. talking to them made me feel unusually old, maturing faster than i expected. it's unnerving.
i'm sitting at the airport in hong kong, fully appreciating the free wi-fi. last week flew by with a blink, and now here i am, waiting to fly back to the states. even though i spent these past two weeks playing, i feel like i learned a great deal--a great deal about friend and family relationships, and how people find happiness in their lives. i'm glad i got to see all my friends (well, almost all), to help me understand life outside of mit. they made me realize that you don't have to be one of the brightest, the student with the highest GPA, or one with tremendous contribution to the world to have a meaningful life, and enjoy life happily. and i also found out that even the smartest people have many flaws that don't allow them to lead a happy life. i used to idolize my second uncle, because he was the smartest one in the family, having majored in physics for undergrad and got a phd from mit in nuclear engineering. but when it came to family relationships, he wasn't able to handle the problems very well.
then there are my windsurfing friends who never cared about school at all, and even if they did care, they didn't do well. yet they found themselves. they found jobs and got windsurfing instructor/coach licenses. some of them even got to travel (the States, Europe, Australia, China--Tibet!) and participated in exchange programs. as i listened to them tell their stories, a strong admiration for them grew inside of me. maybe i admired the way they they found their own path, found out who they are, and have their lives settled with a very particular goal for the future. and here i am, at the crossroad, about to graduate, and not having a single clue what i'm going to do, and what i will become. talking to them made me feel unusually old, maturing faster than i expected. it's unnerving.
Monday, January 01, 2007
in the dark of the night
i'm still suffering a bit from jetlag, so i thought i would be lame and spend new years by myself, sleeping. but then to my surprise, my cellphone rings obnoxiously at 3 in the morning. it was alan fung saying he was 'in the area' at lan kwai fong, and if i wasn't too sleepy, i should join him and his friends in the festivities. i felt pretty awake, so i decided to go out. lan kwai fong was still filled with people and the bars were still blasting music. i saw this guy standing in front of 7 eleven and i didn't quite recognize him, but figured he must be alan because he was the only guy there standing by himself. his face wasn't as long as it used to be, but everything else about him was definitely the same as ever. skinny, talkative, open, friendly, and always laughing and cracking jokes. he was as chill and down to earth as i hoped him to still be. calvin was supposed to be there too, but he stood us up.
we went into one of the small clubs, where he paid for my cover charge. the best thing about having guy friends is that they insist on paying for you. he and his two friends got me a drink. and while they were walking back, a drunk girl hooked her arm around his waist and said some words of affection. hahaha. the music was pretty loud, but we had a nice area to sit and mostly did a lot of laughing and catching up. his friends just came back from exchange in holland, so they gave me pointers to my europe trip. we also danced to a few songs in our seats, or as alan calls it 'shake shake shake' (funny gesture). when the club closed at 4ish, they all walked me home before taking a cab back to their places. the escalators don't run at that time in the morning, so on the way they kept stopping and complaining about how far uphill my place was. it was a nice comic end to the night. i have to admit, though, that my butt/hamstrings have been extremely sore over the past few days, probably from walking up the steep hill everyday.
we went into one of the small clubs, where he paid for my cover charge. the best thing about having guy friends is that they insist on paying for you. he and his two friends got me a drink. and while they were walking back, a drunk girl hooked her arm around his waist and said some words of affection. hahaha. the music was pretty loud, but we had a nice area to sit and mostly did a lot of laughing and catching up. his friends just came back from exchange in holland, so they gave me pointers to my europe trip. we also danced to a few songs in our seats, or as alan calls it 'shake shake shake' (funny gesture). when the club closed at 4ish, they all walked me home before taking a cab back to their places. the escalators don't run at that time in the morning, so on the way they kept stopping and complaining about how far uphill my place was. it was a nice comic end to the night. i have to admit, though, that my butt/hamstrings have been extremely sore over the past few days, probably from walking up the steep hill everyday.
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