November 12th: poi stopping block & "private ryan" trivia
[ posted by mcdeviltoast ]
Day 56
Forewent breakfast for sleep. I kept my stomach full of coffee until lunch, at which there were some mysterious looking vegetables. I asked Dozen about them and he repiled, "I do not know how to say in English. I do not recommend. They are not delicious." That was enough for me.
Classes went fine. The autistic kid even stood up to say his favorite song, and in English. The Pete/Jimmy/Simon class was full of flies, and I killed four of them during the eye exercise song, ripping my blue plastic folder in the process. This incited the class to follow suit, but I pleaded with them to be mellow. Pete, Simon and Jimmy imitated my hand motions and repeated "mellow" at the other students. They're like my little generals in there. The enforcers. They never let me leave when the bell rings, so I played a bit of "Baby You're a Rich Man" after class ended. Pete started grooving to it, a big wide grin on his face. I finally had to tear myself from their company.
I practiced the new song, nearly ironed out to prefection. The bridge is still throwing me off a bit. I have the lyrics mostly memorized. Erin decided a nap was more important than dinner, so I dined with Pete, Jimmy and Simon. Pete motioned to a new kid next to him, "Willis, this is my friend."
"Oh, hello."
The kid nodded. I shared my sesame oil with them.
After dinner I drank wine, watched the rest of "Saving Private Ryan." I practiced poi for a bit before realizing I needed new chains. The straps, with their wide tendency to fold instead of spin halted any progress to be made in mastering the "butterfly" or any of its variations. Grrrrrr.
I made a canteen run for Erin, procuring Happy Rolls and calcium cookies. I was mobbed by grinning workers and three female students. I got so sketched out, I forgot to get cookies for myself. Erin made me take a box of Happy Rolls and two of her calcium cookies. When the time came to go out to the club, Erin waffled. She was in her cups as was I, having killed that bottle of wine, but not so much as her.
The conversation went thusly:
"I'm leaving for the club in five minutes. Are you coming or not?"
"Well, wait. You have to understand."
"Ok."
She motioned to the computer. "I have to decide whether I keep my Canadian citizenship or become an American, and it's really... (big diatribe)."
"Yeah, but I'm going to the club in five minutes, are you coming?"
"But, no. You have to understand. (repeat diatribe)."And so on.
I left without her while she watched "Saving Private Ryan" on my computer. At the club, DJ Ajian (the short blond hair dude) spun again and his set was the best yet. I was coerced into dancing on the stage. It's crazy. I have never in my life been able to say that I was the best dancer at a club, but I am the best dancer in the club, and I had energy for days last night. My T-shirt was soaked through with sweat. I grabbed some complimentary glow bracelets and danced with those, passed them on once I got winded. Stuart made Ajian throw on "Tricky" and I rocked the mic, working the crowd from the stage.
At the end of the night, tired and spent, I rode home and Erin had left a note on my computer: "One word: blimps? Is that Vin Diesel? Please say no. And is that Ted Danson? (of Cheers fame?) Thank you. Please answer 'blimps' question. I may never sleep again." I emailed her that the "blimps" in question were barrage balloons, designed to throw off enemy bombers. Showered, slept.
Forewent breakfast for sleep. I kept my stomach full of coffee until lunch, at which there were some mysterious looking vegetables. I asked Dozen about them and he repiled, "I do not know how to say in English. I do not recommend. They are not delicious." That was enough for me.
Classes went fine. The autistic kid even stood up to say his favorite song, and in English. The Pete/Jimmy/Simon class was full of flies, and I killed four of them during the eye exercise song, ripping my blue plastic folder in the process. This incited the class to follow suit, but I pleaded with them to be mellow. Pete, Simon and Jimmy imitated my hand motions and repeated "mellow" at the other students. They're like my little generals in there. The enforcers. They never let me leave when the bell rings, so I played a bit of "Baby You're a Rich Man" after class ended. Pete started grooving to it, a big wide grin on his face. I finally had to tear myself from their company.
I practiced the new song, nearly ironed out to prefection. The bridge is still throwing me off a bit. I have the lyrics mostly memorized. Erin decided a nap was more important than dinner, so I dined with Pete, Jimmy and Simon. Pete motioned to a new kid next to him, "Willis, this is my friend."
"Oh, hello."
The kid nodded. I shared my sesame oil with them.
After dinner I drank wine, watched the rest of "Saving Private Ryan." I practiced poi for a bit before realizing I needed new chains. The straps, with their wide tendency to fold instead of spin halted any progress to be made in mastering the "butterfly" or any of its variations. Grrrrrr.
I made a canteen run for Erin, procuring Happy Rolls and calcium cookies. I was mobbed by grinning workers and three female students. I got so sketched out, I forgot to get cookies for myself. Erin made me take a box of Happy Rolls and two of her calcium cookies. When the time came to go out to the club, Erin waffled. She was in her cups as was I, having killed that bottle of wine, but not so much as her.
The conversation went thusly:
"I'm leaving for the club in five minutes. Are you coming or not?"
"Well, wait. You have to understand."
"Ok."
She motioned to the computer. "I have to decide whether I keep my Canadian citizenship or become an American, and it's really... (big diatribe)."
"Yeah, but I'm going to the club in five minutes, are you coming?"
"But, no. You have to understand. (repeat diatribe)."And so on.
I left without her while she watched "Saving Private Ryan" on my computer. At the club, DJ Ajian (the short blond hair dude) spun again and his set was the best yet. I was coerced into dancing on the stage. It's crazy. I have never in my life been able to say that I was the best dancer at a club, but I am the best dancer in the club, and I had energy for days last night. My T-shirt was soaked through with sweat. I grabbed some complimentary glow bracelets and danced with those, passed them on once I got winded. Stuart made Ajian throw on "Tricky" and I rocked the mic, working the crowd from the stage.
At the end of the night, tired and spent, I rode home and Erin had left a note on my computer: "One word: blimps? Is that Vin Diesel? Please say no. And is that Ted Danson? (of Cheers fame?) Thank you. Please answer 'blimps' question. I may never sleep again." I emailed her that the "blimps" in question were barrage balloons, designed to throw off enemy bombers. Showered, slept.
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[ posted by mcdeviltoast @ 11/13/2004 03:25:00 AM ]
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