I apparently missed a meeting between two groups of my old friends, which makes me very happy that they wanted to spend time with each other and sad that I missed out. In my mind it seems like the two groups of friends shouldn't be able to exist in the same place. Like in Star Trek when you meet yourself in a time-loop and risk causing a rip in the space-time continuum. And apparently some ripping did occur. I've gathered that Ande made a semi-ridiculous argument, Tim told her that she was ridiculous one too many times which caused Ande to suffer emotionally, and Tate somehow revealed that he is a bit of an asshole by nature. If someone could provide me with more details I would truly appreciate it. I live for this shit.
and now for news from Vienna:
We had a party for all of our German classmates last weekend. It was fine. One of the guys from my class has a girlfriend who is 18 and speaks five languages, which I have concluded is why Europe is going to own us in the global market for the next century. I felt stupid talking to this teenager and I'm one of the biggest American know-it-alls I know. The ping-pong table was a big hit, and everyone enjoyed Colfax's antics which included attacking people's heads from behind the couch and jumping on the ping-pong table during matches.
We went out with Shannon's colleagues last night for St. Patrick's day. Everyone ate fish and chips which were supposed to be green but looked gray in the dim light but tasted good. I drank many Guinessi. At some point I ordered an Irish Carbomb at the bar and got a strange look from the Irish barmaid. Then I remembered hearing that the term isn't PC in some parts of Ireland, you know because carbombs kill and maim people. I think it might be just an American thing. I've decided not to order the drink until I can discuss this with an Irishman.
I played my weekly game of squash today, and was able to steal one game away from Claudio. Tomorrow I'm playing in the weekly basketball game with the old men from the Embassy. Last week my play was tremendous and lately I've been daydreaming about hitting mid-range jumpers. The key to my basketball success is and always will be my ability to sweat more than everyone else. The impulse of whoever is guarding me to do everything in their power not to come in contact with my slippery surface gives me just enough room to make some decent little moves.
I'm totally excited from the NCAA tournament although I get the feeling I'll actually watch much less of it than I usually do because of the time difference which puts most games on at 3 in the morning. Not to mention the slingbox progam my mother setup for me to watch US TV on my computer hasn't been working lately. Shannon and I are driving five hours out to a German military base on Friday for a shopping trip. Apparently you can buy a bunch of gov't subsidized stuff at the bases. We're on the market for a flat-screen TV and some black beans.