Imagine that. Sadly things will be worse this week as I enter Week 2 of Intensive German and then go to Raleigh on Friday. I’ll be hanging with the Raleigh Royalty over the weekend before working the NC State Career Fair early next week.
While I will miss the first class due to being out of town I have also registered for the next German course, this one being held once a week however.
Really Quick Hartwell Recap
By and large Hartwell was drama-free (what a nice change). I wound up skipping the hash, not because of the fear of being left at the end again, but rather because I had ridden my bicycle hard that morning (yes, you read that correctly) and didn’t feel like hashing.
Although not assigned I kicked in to help with the cooking of dinner on Saturday night. Gentrifuckation brined some chicken breasts and BWANA and I grilled them, as well as some bratwurst, up on the grills as the remainder of the hash got plastered during their circles.
I actually rode twice this weekend (yes, you read that correctly) — on Friday I rode 17.5 miles with Super Suck, and when I saw her dress again on Saturday morning I was inspired to go out for my own 28.5 mile ride. It was funny because as I dressed she saw me and said “It’s not that I didn’t have a good ride yesterday, but I really want to ride alone.” and all I could respond with was “That’s cool because I am planning on doing my own thing anyway.” The Saturday ride was fantastic, the best that I have had since the infamous bike wreck of 2011. I considered riding a third time on Sunday morning but “Get-Away” Paulie hit and I was on the road by 10am.
Because of the beer selection, four kegs — two PBR, one Sam Adams Octoberfest, one Angry Orchid Apple Cider — I didn’t drink a whole lot. Over the entire weekend I had a few beers from the kegs, five of the six Terrapin Hi-5 IPAs that I had packed on Friday, and a few beers provided by BWANA, but not much else. To an outsider I am sure that this quantity qualifies as “a whole lot for one person” but to a hasher who has been on a “I’m not driving anywhere, therefore I can drink!” camping weekend, this is a minor amount of consumption.
On both evenings I felt detached from the crowd (which is sad considering that the hash was the rare group to which I always used to feel a part of regardless of my moods), probably because I wasn’t getting shit-faced and didn’t see much prosperity hanging out with those that were; subsequently I was in my tent early each evening.
Each evening in my tent I attempted to study my German but because of the noise I was easily distracted. On each night I lain on my Therma-Rest and quickly dozed off; the weather was perfect for sleeping. Saturday’s rest was interrupted by a hasher who played loud music in his car until shortly after 5am, which also helped me decide to skip the morning bike ride and return home to shower and take an early-afternoon nap.
Though I had planned to be studious and productive yesterday my day decayed into a long nap, a little house cleanup, and going out to dinner. While I did manage to salvage a bit of German language studying after dinner I never quite got into the groove last night. And so it’s 8am and I’ve been in the office for ninety minutes, time to go head’s down again.