Do day fun!
I'm sure you'll all be buzzing with excitement to hear how the "do day" went! Aren't you! Aren't you!
Well, I went. And that makes me a good, better, changed person. I would've wheezled out of it back in school. Lord knows I did that enough times. But not this time. There was no fever, unfortunately, so I went. -Pats self on the back-
I cycled around Poperinge. If you've never been there (it is on the edge of the world, so I wouldn't blame you), the area is beautiful. It makes me want to pack up the girlfriend and our bikes (ok, she doesn't have a bike, but that's a detail) and go on a cycling trip there. that's how much I liked the area. (Of course she'll want to live there then... hmz. Better not.) So yeah, beautiful, and hilly. Sigh. But even though I haven't been on a bike in about six months (since I got my license - shameless!) I managed to overtake the bicycle-mad oldies.
There were pubs with folk games. Talk about fruit diets ("they really work! It must be some kind of amino-acid thing!" -aminoacid thing? How about you lose weight because you're eating hardly anything but water?), perfect children, magnificent scenery, truly splendid weather, a breath-taking team, and other very annoying adjectives. There were bicycles, everyone but me in shorts and one very sore arse (mine).
I survived. Got home about half an hour ago, a bit before 10pm. I'm starting an hour later tomorrow. Screw em.
Oh, and further on the topic of the clueless secretary: she told me today that -since my name is Gretl (the flemish version of it, not the even more shameful German variant)- I needed a boy named Hans(el), that would be really funny.
Aaaaaaaaaargh!
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I'm sure you'll all be buzzing with excitement to hear how the "do day" went! Aren't you! Aren't you!
Well, I went. And that makes me a good, better, changed person. I would've wheezled out of it back in school. Lord knows I did that enough times. But not this time. There was no fever, unfortunately, so I went. -Pats self on the back-
I cycled around Poperinge. If you've never been there (it is on the edge of the world, so I wouldn't blame you), the area is beautiful. It makes me want to pack up the girlfriend and our bikes (ok, she doesn't have a bike, but that's a detail) and go on a cycling trip there. that's how much I liked the area. (Of course she'll want to live there then... hmz. Better not.) So yeah, beautiful, and hilly. Sigh. But even though I haven't been on a bike in about six months (since I got my license - shameless!) I managed to overtake the bicycle-mad oldies.
There were pubs with folk games. Talk about fruit diets ("they really work! It must be some kind of amino-acid thing!" -aminoacid thing? How about you lose weight because you're eating hardly anything but water?), perfect children, magnificent scenery, truly splendid weather, a breath-taking team, and other very annoying adjectives. There were bicycles, everyone but me in shorts and one very sore arse (mine).
I survived. Got home about half an hour ago, a bit before 10pm. I'm starting an hour later tomorrow. Screw em.
Oh, and further on the topic of the clueless secretary: she told me today that -since my name is Gretl (the flemish version of it, not the even more shameful German variant)- I needed a boy named Hans(el), that would be really funny.
Aaaaaaaaaargh!
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