Irish Inter-Varsity Champions
We went out and won the national collegiate championship yesterday. Good stuff. Let a lay-out Callahan slip through my fingers, much to my disappointment. At least I got the D. I got a medal, so my success, measured in medals, at Irish tournaments has been quite good so far: 2 played, 2 medals in the closet. Makes me feel like I'm back in little league or something, because we always used to get medals there. I'll send more info when I'm not in exam week and haven't just walked out of another exam without answering the majority of questions...
Monday, March 31, 2008
Friday, March 28, 2008
Things I Learned Last Weekend
I went to London last weekend for my mother's birthday, which also was Easter Sunday. In addition, I hadn't left Dublin this semester except for the trip to Hull for the UMON (UK Mixed Outdoor Nationals*), despite my hopes of doing so. I also stayed in London on Monday night to check out a CD release party of the Mystery Jets, which certainly didn't seem like a release party.
[Disclosure: I would not have gone to the release if not for the fact that my sister and almost everyone I know in London was going, since they all went to high school with the band's bassist. So for me it was more of a social event than a musical one.]
Here are a few things I learned over the weekend:
- Camden is gentrified, but they still have street dealers
- I have better hair than any member of the Mystery Jets. I haven't cut or trimmed my hair since October.
- My sister has 400 condoms, 120 rape whistles, and 30 things of pepper spray in her closet. They must really like her in Oxford
- Never having been in school in London, I can't study very well at home.
- I'm never going back to The End. What's the point of paying in to go to a concert if the sound is horrible?
- Ryanair is crap, never believe a word they say.
- Due to the previous bullet point, I learned I am physically fit enough to sprint the entire length of both terminals at Gatwick while carrying a filled bike box. Or desperate enough**.
- My sister described herself as a "pusher" of pepper spray: she takes a few cans to every party to sell because people never think ahead; she also sells more to guys than to girls.
- I had forgotten how good it feels to have something hard under my ass. In case you are thinking what I think you might be thinking, let me assure you that's not what I meant. I'm talking about exchanging my crappy, broken suspension-bicycle for my fixed gear.
OK, I'm out. I've got exams starting Monday morning, wish me luck. Or even better, pray for me - that might be the only thing that can still help me.
*I want to eventually write something about UMON, since it was a pretty interesting affair, and very different from any analogous tournament in the US (where I'm guessing most of the readers of this blog have experienced flatball).
**That's another topic worthy of a post. Rest assured that an unbiased and informative debate on the pros and cons of Ryanair will follow here at some point. Now replace unbiased and informative with the words irate and bitter. Then the replace debate with rant.
I went to London last weekend for my mother's birthday, which also was Easter Sunday. In addition, I hadn't left Dublin this semester except for the trip to Hull for the UMON (UK Mixed Outdoor Nationals*), despite my hopes of doing so. I also stayed in London on Monday night to check out a CD release party of the Mystery Jets, which certainly didn't seem like a release party.
[Disclosure: I would not have gone to the release if not for the fact that my sister and almost everyone I know in London was going, since they all went to high school with the band's bassist. So for me it was more of a social event than a musical one.]
Here are a few things I learned over the weekend:
- Camden is gentrified, but they still have street dealers
- I have better hair than any member of the Mystery Jets. I haven't cut or trimmed my hair since October.
- My sister has 400 condoms, 120 rape whistles, and 30 things of pepper spray in her closet. They must really like her in Oxford
- Never having been in school in London, I can't study very well at home.
- I'm never going back to The End. What's the point of paying in to go to a concert if the sound is horrible?
- Ryanair is crap, never believe a word they say.
- Due to the previous bullet point, I learned I am physically fit enough to sprint the entire length of both terminals at Gatwick while carrying a filled bike box. Or desperate enough**.
- My sister described herself as a "pusher" of pepper spray: she takes a few cans to every party to sell because people never think ahead; she also sells more to guys than to girls.
- I had forgotten how good it feels to have something hard under my ass. In case you are thinking what I think you might be thinking, let me assure you that's not what I meant. I'm talking about exchanging my crappy, broken suspension-bicycle for my fixed gear.
OK, I'm out. I've got exams starting Monday morning, wish me luck. Or even better, pray for me - that might be the only thing that can still help me.
*I want to eventually write something about UMON, since it was a pretty interesting affair, and very different from any analogous tournament in the US (where I'm guessing most of the readers of this blog have experienced flatball).
**That's another topic worthy of a post. Rest assured that an unbiased and informative debate on the pros and cons of Ryanair will follow here at some point. Now replace unbiased and informative with the words irate and bitter. Then the replace debate with rant.
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