Last night, a big group of us decided to go to the Sacile Piazza because they had a big video screen set up for the World Cup matches. Jess has spent a lot of time in Spain, so we were all kinda pulling for them.
The evening began earlier with dinner at Cheyenne's, which included lots of wine. So the trip to Sacile was an adventure in itself. Thanks to Chelsey and Jess for staying sober.
After we parked, we took a shortcut to the piazza through some buildings, and came across this beautiful scenery. I can't believe I've spent so much time in Sacile and never seen this.
So we decided to take advantage of the scenery with the first of many group photos of the evening.
We sat in the piazza and Cheyenne broke out more wine. That's when things started to get a little fuzzy.
By half-time, we'd grown tired of the piazza, but still wanted to watch the game, so we strolled through the streets, stopping in random bars. We eventually ran into Mary, Melissa, Andy, and a bunch of their Italian friends.
We started taking tons of random pictures, which sometimes, after lots of wine and Mojitos, can be a bit of a disaster, but this group of pics ended up turning out pretty good.
This one was totally random, and there's nothing I don't love about it.
I've always thought Jess has the best facial expressions, but Andy's is...I mean, how does he get his eyebrows to do that?
It was a great night, made even better by Spain's victory. We all crashed at Cheyenne's place and felt mysteriously refreshed the next morning. Jess kept us in stitches, and I wish she could just move to Italy permanently.
Thursday, July 08, 2010
Wednesday, July 07, 2010
A Thousand Puppies Licking My Face
Cheyenne has been in Chicago for a wedding, and flew back yesterday. Jess also flew in yesterday and will be visiting until Saturday. I got to pick everyone up at the airport. Seeing Jess always makes my heart feel like it's on a sugar high, and I love that feeling you have when you're at the airport, waiting for someone to come out, and the anticipation is about to make your head explode. Jess's flight got in a couple hours before Cheyenne's, so after she arrived, we had some time to get cappuccinos and share about what's been going on since we last saw each other in December.
I love the kind of friends you can not talk to for months, and then when you see them, you're just as close as if no time had passed at all.
I love the kind of friends you can not talk to for months, and then when you see them, you're just as close as if no time had passed at all.
Tuesday, July 06, 2010
"Please, mind the gap."
You know what they like to do in England? Drink! And I did my best to fit in with the British all weekend long.
I flew up late Wednesday night. Steve picked me up, but he had to work Thursday, so I just mellowed out. Thursday night, a group of us went to Cambridge to hit some pubs and check out the scene.
I'm not sure how many pubs we hit up, but it was a lot. The other guys had to work on Friday, but we still managed to stay out pretty late. On the way back to the car, we stopped for food. I'm not normally a drunk eater, but I had one of the best veggie burgers of my life there.
We got lost on the way to the car park, walking down alleyways and over bridges; and for some reason, Steve thought he was Spider-Man.
The ride home was interesting, to say the least, but you'll have to ask Steve about the details.
Friday, Steve and I took the tube into London. Our hotel was right on Trafalgar Square, in the heart of Westminster. I wasn't really into seeing all the historical sights; however, we were only a couple blocks from Big Ben...
...and Westminster Abby. We spent Friday afternoon walking around, dipping into pubs, eating, and watching World Cup matches.
Friday night, we met up with Eddy and James, and went out dancing. It was really crowded, and we all ended up getting separated.
I left the club and found myself roaming the streets of Soho, so I decided to take pictures of myself in front of famous landmarks.
I randomly ran into Steve, so we continued roaming the streets, talking, eating, and people-watching. Then we noticed the sun starting to come up, so we took a rikisha back to our hotel.
Steve and I woke up late Saturday and started walking around the city again. After the best breakfast of my entire life, we headed to Oxford Street for some shopping. Coincidentally, it was Gay Pride weekend in London, and the parade was going on.
The parade went on for miles, and there were so many people that came from all over. It was like a huge city-wide party filled with people drinking, dancing, and enjoying life.
Saturday night was more pubs and clubs, only this time we were joined by Brian and Damien. I got kinda lost and ended up across the Thames where I stopped in random pubs and talked to locals.
Sunday, Brian, Steve, and I went to Camden for some shopping before heading back to Brian's place in Cambridge.
My flight left early Monday morning, so we decided to crash at Brian's place, which is near several pubs. We were joined by Andrew, and ended up staying up all night, drinking and laughing. And somehow, somebody convinced me to do Tequila shots. The person next to me on the plane was probably thinking, "Who is this guy, and why does he smell like a bar bathroom floor?"
It was an amazing weekend, and even though I only saw a small part of London, I really fell in love with it. I really can't thank Steve enough for taking me around and showing me a great time. I'll definitely be planning more trips up to the UK in the future.
I flew up late Wednesday night. Steve picked me up, but he had to work Thursday, so I just mellowed out. Thursday night, a group of us went to Cambridge to hit some pubs and check out the scene.
I'm not sure how many pubs we hit up, but it was a lot. The other guys had to work on Friday, but we still managed to stay out pretty late. On the way back to the car, we stopped for food. I'm not normally a drunk eater, but I had one of the best veggie burgers of my life there.
We got lost on the way to the car park, walking down alleyways and over bridges; and for some reason, Steve thought he was Spider-Man.
The ride home was interesting, to say the least, but you'll have to ask Steve about the details.
Friday, Steve and I took the tube into London. Our hotel was right on Trafalgar Square, in the heart of Westminster. I wasn't really into seeing all the historical sights; however, we were only a couple blocks from Big Ben...
...and Westminster Abby. We spent Friday afternoon walking around, dipping into pubs, eating, and watching World Cup matches.
Friday night, we met up with Eddy and James, and went out dancing. It was really crowded, and we all ended up getting separated.
I left the club and found myself roaming the streets of Soho, so I decided to take pictures of myself in front of famous landmarks.
I randomly ran into Steve, so we continued roaming the streets, talking, eating, and people-watching. Then we noticed the sun starting to come up, so we took a rikisha back to our hotel.
Steve and I woke up late Saturday and started walking around the city again. After the best breakfast of my entire life, we headed to Oxford Street for some shopping. Coincidentally, it was Gay Pride weekend in London, and the parade was going on.
The parade went on for miles, and there were so many people that came from all over. It was like a huge city-wide party filled with people drinking, dancing, and enjoying life.
Saturday night was more pubs and clubs, only this time we were joined by Brian and Damien. I got kinda lost and ended up across the Thames where I stopped in random pubs and talked to locals.
Sunday, Brian, Steve, and I went to Camden for some shopping before heading back to Brian's place in Cambridge.
My flight left early Monday morning, so we decided to crash at Brian's place, which is near several pubs. We were joined by Andrew, and ended up staying up all night, drinking and laughing. And somehow, somebody convinced me to do Tequila shots. The person next to me on the plane was probably thinking, "Who is this guy, and why does he smell like a bar bathroom floor?"
It was an amazing weekend, and even though I only saw a small part of London, I really fell in love with it. I really can't thank Steve enough for taking me around and showing me a great time. I'll definitely be planning more trips up to the UK in the future.
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Surf & Turf
Yesterday, Cheyenne, Chelsey, Nate, and I went to the beach in Lignano. It was more crowded than I thought it would be on a Tuesday, but we managed to acquire some prime real estate. We even rented boats from an old Italian guy and floated out in the Adriatic.
Afterward, we walked to the bar at the end of the pier for drinks and snacks.
I managed to get back some of the colour I'd lost since I left the desert. It was a lovely, relaxing day, and I look forward to going back next week.
However, tonight, I'm flying up to England for a few days to hang out with some friends. I probably won't be posting again until I get back on Monday, but there will be pictures-a-plenty. I hope everyone has a great 4th of July!
Afterward, we walked to the bar at the end of the pier for drinks and snacks.
I managed to get back some of the colour I'd lost since I left the desert. It was a lovely, relaxing day, and I look forward to going back next week.
However, tonight, I'm flying up to England for a few days to hang out with some friends. I probably won't be posting again until I get back on Monday, but there will be pictures-a-plenty. I hope everyone has a great 4th of July!
Monday, June 28, 2010
Baby's Got The Bends
The past few days have been absolutely wonderful. Going to dinner with friends. Sleeping in my own bed with the windows open letting in the cool Alpine night air. Shopping at Ikea with Cheyenne. Making a citrus daiquiri cheesecake (and it totally tasted like a daiquiri).
I've had a few in-processing appointments, the last of which was today. It was mostly a bunch of briefings from people telling us how we should feel after we get back from a deployment. The Air Force refers to this time as "decompression," which sounds ridiculous to me. I now have two weeks off to forget about all things work-related and enjoy the life I've been missing out on for the past six months.
Also, my internet at home isn't working, so posting will be sporadic until it's back up. Thanks for your patience.
I've had a few in-processing appointments, the last of which was today. It was mostly a bunch of briefings from people telling us how we should feel after we get back from a deployment. The Air Force refers to this time as "decompression," which sounds ridiculous to me. I now have two weeks off to forget about all things work-related and enjoy the life I've been missing out on for the past six months.
Also, my internet at home isn't working, so posting will be sporadic until it's back up. Thanks for your patience.
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Back In Wine Country
Nate picked me up this afternoon and took me back to my house. After dropping my bags in my living room, I immediately took off my shoes and walked around my yard barefoot. It was amazing.
Even after the plane landed, I wasn't as excited as I thought I'd be about getting home. But as we drove through the Italian countryside toward base, my heart kept beating faster and faster. And as the mountains came into view, I couldn't stop smiling. And when I got in my truck to take a drive around Budoia, I let out a squeal of delight. It felt so strange and so comforting at the same time.
After some in-processing over the next couple days, I have two weeks off to relax, reorganise, and reintegrate before going back to work. It's going to be a full two weeks with a trip to England and visit from Jess, and I might go back to work more exhausted than when I got home; but it will totally be worth it.
Even after the plane landed, I wasn't as excited as I thought I'd be about getting home. But as we drove through the Italian countryside toward base, my heart kept beating faster and faster. And as the mountains came into view, I couldn't stop smiling. And when I got in my truck to take a drive around Budoia, I let out a squeal of delight. It felt so strange and so comforting at the same time.
After some in-processing over the next couple days, I have two weeks off to relax, reorganise, and reintegrate before going back to work. It's going to be a full two weeks with a trip to England and visit from Jess, and I might go back to work more exhausted than when I got home; but it will totally be worth it.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
A Perspective of Levity
I'm getting ready to get on the plane out of this place, but before I go, I just wanted to thank a few people for making the past six months easier.
First, my crew: Rick, Paco, Halligan, Diaz, Steven, Steve, G, Aaron, Pretzel, and Joel. You guys were the ones that did the real work, and made my job easy. You faced innumerable problems came up with solutions I never would have imagined. I did my best to take care of you guys, and I hope you look back on this deployment fondly. Or at least not negatively.
Next, MSgt Marquis: you are the epitome of leadership. You came into a broken situation and steered the whole team in the right direction without losing any of us. You handle things calmly and logically, and people always know what's expected of them and where they stand with you. You led by example and taught me volumes.
Also, Mom and Pop: I know you enjoyed our Skype chats as much as I did, ("It's like talking to Curt on the TV!"), but you have no idea how much it kept me going. Everything from Dad telling me about motorcycles to Mom reporting the local gossip, it made me feel like I wasn't in the middle of the desert. Can't wait to see you guys in December.
And finally, Cheyenne, Chelsea, Jess, and Danielle: No one has ever been so faithful in writing letters and sending packages, especially ones made with so much effort and creativity. It made my heart smile as though a thousand puppies were licking my face. Plus, I know my house and truck were in good hands in my absence. Italy is never going to be the same after you leave.
An added "thank you" to everyone out there who sent up prayers for my safety and sanity. They were obviously heard as I haven't stuck my head in the oven. At six months, this is my second-longest deployment ever, and it was far from my easiest; but it's definitely been a learning experience, and I hope I can use everything I've learned in the future. Not just at work, but in my daily interactions and relationships. Thanks again, and I guarantee my next post will not be written in Qatar.
First, my crew: Rick, Paco, Halligan, Diaz, Steven, Steve, G, Aaron, Pretzel, and Joel. You guys were the ones that did the real work, and made my job easy. You faced innumerable problems came up with solutions I never would have imagined. I did my best to take care of you guys, and I hope you look back on this deployment fondly. Or at least not negatively.
Next, MSgt Marquis: you are the epitome of leadership. You came into a broken situation and steered the whole team in the right direction without losing any of us. You handle things calmly and logically, and people always know what's expected of them and where they stand with you. You led by example and taught me volumes.
Also, Mom and Pop: I know you enjoyed our Skype chats as much as I did, ("It's like talking to Curt on the TV!"), but you have no idea how much it kept me going. Everything from Dad telling me about motorcycles to Mom reporting the local gossip, it made me feel like I wasn't in the middle of the desert. Can't wait to see you guys in December.
And finally, Cheyenne, Chelsea, Jess, and Danielle: No one has ever been so faithful in writing letters and sending packages, especially ones made with so much effort and creativity. It made my heart smile as though a thousand puppies were licking my face. Plus, I know my house and truck were in good hands in my absence. Italy is never going to be the same after you leave.
An added "thank you" to everyone out there who sent up prayers for my safety and sanity. They were obviously heard as I haven't stuck my head in the oven. At six months, this is my second-longest deployment ever, and it was far from my easiest; but it's definitely been a learning experience, and I hope I can use everything I've learned in the future. Not just at work, but in my daily interactions and relationships. Thanks again, and I guarantee my next post will not be written in Qatar.
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Slow Roll
Last night, I invited a few guys from the team out for pizza. It was my way of saying, "Thanks for making this deployment not nearly as bad as it could have been." Our team is made up of guys from all over, and it's always nice to meet people I connect with an levels deeper than work. Case in point: Ron shares my tastes in music and film, and I really enjoy our conversations regarding such things as Elliott Smith and Reality Bites. And even though we'll be parting ways on Tuesday, I have every confidence we'll continue these discussions thanks to the glory of the internets.
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Goooooaaaaal!!!
I just returned from my morning run, after which, I stepped on the scale and nearly freaked out when it read 149.6. A mere three days before my deployment ends, and I finally reached my goal. I'm sure when I get back home, I'll add a few extra pounds, but I really don't want to get back up to what I was before. A happy medium around 160 suits me fine.
Oh, and one more thing...Today is my last day of work.
Oh, and one more thing...Today is my last day of work.
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Anticipation, Shmanticipation
You'd think that since we only have six days left, I'd be all joyful and excited; but for some reason, I've been really on edge and short-tempered. I had hoped things would slow down a bit as we prepared to leave, but it's actually the opposite. I have even more to take care of, and when other people can't keep up, I get frustrated. Some of my guys weren't prepared for the day, which set me off on a mini-rampage of cold dialogue and curt responses. Later in the morning, I realised it was just ridiculous and made apologies for my rudeness.
On a related note, it's strange how I'm not that excited to get home. I mean, a month ago, it was all I could think about. But now that the time is at hand, I'm pretty numb to the whole idea. Maybe my mind is fatigued from thinking about home. Maybe I'm so deep into my routine that the whole thought of out-processing and flying just seems like a huge inconvenience. Maybe the friends I've made here are making me want to stay. Maybe it's because JoAnn, Cheyenne, Chelsea, Dan, and several others won't be there when I get back. I'm sure once I get on the plane, though, I won't be able to stop smiling.
There have been tons of changes back at Aviano, and there will be even more after we get back. I'm very susceptible to post-deployment depression, which is often induced by job stress. It should kick in by the end of July, and I've found the best way to get through it is to stick with a routine, work hard, exercise a lot, and be around as many friends as possible. I hope I remember that advice to myself when I can't get out of bed.
On a related note, it's strange how I'm not that excited to get home. I mean, a month ago, it was all I could think about. But now that the time is at hand, I'm pretty numb to the whole idea. Maybe my mind is fatigued from thinking about home. Maybe I'm so deep into my routine that the whole thought of out-processing and flying just seems like a huge inconvenience. Maybe the friends I've made here are making me want to stay. Maybe it's because JoAnn, Cheyenne, Chelsea, Dan, and several others won't be there when I get back. I'm sure once I get on the plane, though, I won't be able to stop smiling.
There have been tons of changes back at Aviano, and there will be even more after we get back. I'm very susceptible to post-deployment depression, which is often induced by job stress. It should kick in by the end of July, and I've found the best way to get through it is to stick with a routine, work hard, exercise a lot, and be around as many friends as possible. I hope I remember that advice to myself when I can't get out of bed.
Monday, June 14, 2010
Switch Face
Yesterday afternoon, I went into Doha with Lee, Eddy, and Brandon. Lee got switched to night shift last week, so we didn't leave until 4 PM, but we didn't have any less fun. After some light shopping at the mall, we headed downtown to eat at the W Hotel.
We liked the food and the ambiance so much, we ended up staying there the rest of the evening. Brandon's sheltered, southern upbringing made him the king of unintentional one-liners. When the server brought my after-dinner espresso, he asked, "Whut the hell izzat?"
After dinner, we moved from our table to the lounge for drinks. I had the best Mojito on the planet, but stopped after that because I was driving. The rest of the guys wanted to indulge a little more, which included shots, something Lee wasn't sure he could handle.
Our very attentive bartender was named "Earth," (He said his sister was "Venus.") and he made the guys very happy, perfectly mixing the drinks and even lighting the B-52 shots. It was another great night in Doha, and it's kinda sad to think this was my last trip here for a while.
We liked the food and the ambiance so much, we ended up staying there the rest of the evening. Brandon's sheltered, southern upbringing made him the king of unintentional one-liners. When the server brought my after-dinner espresso, he asked, "Whut the hell izzat?"
After dinner, we moved from our table to the lounge for drinks. I had the best Mojito on the planet, but stopped after that because I was driving. The rest of the guys wanted to indulge a little more, which included shots, something Lee wasn't sure he could handle.
Our very attentive bartender was named "Earth," (He said his sister was "Venus.") and he made the guys very happy, perfectly mixing the drinks and even lighting the B-52 shots. It was another great night in Doha, and it's kinda sad to think this was my last trip here for a while.
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Common Thread
Today is my parents' 41st wedding anniversary. It makes me so happy to tell people that my parents are still married. I can't even imagine the two of them not together. They're so comfortable around each other, and they compliment each other perfectly.
So this year, I'm trying a little experiment. I wasn't sure what to get them, so I decided to do make them mix CDs. It may sound a little high-schoolish, but it's kinda my way of trying to bridge the generation gap. I enjoy making mix CDs for people, and I put a lot of thought into each one. But this time, it was even harder. I have an extensive music collection, and I wanted to find particular songs that are not only special to me, but that they might appreciate, as well.
I ended up making three albums--one for Dad, one for Mom, and one for both. Here's the track listing:
Dad's Mix:
1. Grandaddy - Now It's On
2. Blur - Coffee & TV
3. Eagles Of Death Metal - Heart On
4. Spoon - You Got Yr. Cherry Bomb
5. The White Stripes - I Want To Be The Boy
6. My Morning Jacket - Off The Record
7. Telekinesis - Coast of Carolina
8. Blitzen Trapper - Furr
9. Interpol - Evil
10. The Hold Steady - The Weekenders
11. The LIbertines - What Katie Did
12. Modest Mouse - Missed the Boat
13. Arcade Fire - Wake Up
14. Elliott Smith - Junk Bond Trader
15. The Shins - Saint Simon
16. Pixies - Here Comes Your Man
17. David Gray - Babylon
18. The Strokes - Someday
19. We Were Promised Jetpacks - Moving Clocks Run Slow
Mom's Mix:
1. The Ditty Bops - Walk Or Ride
2. Scissor Sisters - Take Your Mama
3. Dirty Projectors - Two Doves
4. Tegan and Sara - Take Me Anywhere
5. Feist - I Feel It All
6. Beth Orton - Love Like Laughter
7. Tilly and the Wall - Falling Without Knowing
8. A Camp - The Bluest Eyes In Texas
9. Florence + The Machine - My Boy Builds Coffins
10. Mates of State - Like U Crazy
11. Lucinda Williams - Right In Time
12. Morcheeba - Let Me See
13. Neko Case - This Tornado Loves You
14. PJ Harvey - Good Fortune
15. Saint Etienne - Lose That Girl
16. Santogold - Lights Out
17. She & Him - This Is Not a Test
18. Elliott Smith - Waltz #2 (Xo)
19. Jenny Lewis - Rise Up With Fists!!
20. Sleater-Kinney - Lions And Tigers
Parental Mix:
1. Glen Hansard & Marketa Irglova - Falling Slowly
2. Peter Bjorn and John - Young Folks
3. St. Vincent - Laughing With a Mouth of Blood
4. Josh Rouse - Winter In the Hamptons
5. Stars - Ageless Beauty
6. Visqueen - Hand Me Down
7. Belle & Sebastian - She's Losing It
8. Radiohead - High And Dry
9. Broken Social Scene - Stars and Sons
10. Ida Maria - Morning Light
11. Vampire Weekend - M79
12. Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Way Out
13. Beck - Lost Cause
14. Bjork - It's Oh So Quiet
15. Robert Plant & Alison Krauss - Gone Gone Gone (Done Moved On)
16. Coldplay - God Put A Smile Upon Your Face
17. Amy Winehouse - Tears Dry On Their Own
18. The Dandy Warhols - You Were The Last High
19. Fountains of Wayne - Valley Winter Song
20. The xx - Islands
I don't expect them to like every song on their respective albums. Maybe they'll switch up and prefer each other's more than their own. I just hope it will be something we can bond over when I go home for Christmas.
So this year, I'm trying a little experiment. I wasn't sure what to get them, so I decided to do make them mix CDs. It may sound a little high-schoolish, but it's kinda my way of trying to bridge the generation gap. I enjoy making mix CDs for people, and I put a lot of thought into each one. But this time, it was even harder. I have an extensive music collection, and I wanted to find particular songs that are not only special to me, but that they might appreciate, as well.
I ended up making three albums--one for Dad, one for Mom, and one for both. Here's the track listing:
Dad's Mix:
1. Grandaddy - Now It's On
2. Blur - Coffee & TV
3. Eagles Of Death Metal - Heart On
4. Spoon - You Got Yr. Cherry Bomb
5. The White Stripes - I Want To Be The Boy
6. My Morning Jacket - Off The Record
7. Telekinesis - Coast of Carolina
8. Blitzen Trapper - Furr
9. Interpol - Evil
10. The Hold Steady - The Weekenders
11. The LIbertines - What Katie Did
12. Modest Mouse - Missed the Boat
13. Arcade Fire - Wake Up
14. Elliott Smith - Junk Bond Trader
15. The Shins - Saint Simon
16. Pixies - Here Comes Your Man
17. David Gray - Babylon
18. The Strokes - Someday
19. We Were Promised Jetpacks - Moving Clocks Run Slow
Mom's Mix:
1. The Ditty Bops - Walk Or Ride
2. Scissor Sisters - Take Your Mama
3. Dirty Projectors - Two Doves
4. Tegan and Sara - Take Me Anywhere
5. Feist - I Feel It All
6. Beth Orton - Love Like Laughter
7. Tilly and the Wall - Falling Without Knowing
8. A Camp - The Bluest Eyes In Texas
9. Florence + The Machine - My Boy Builds Coffins
10. Mates of State - Like U Crazy
11. Lucinda Williams - Right In Time
12. Morcheeba - Let Me See
13. Neko Case - This Tornado Loves You
14. PJ Harvey - Good Fortune
15. Saint Etienne - Lose That Girl
16. Santogold - Lights Out
17. She & Him - This Is Not a Test
18. Elliott Smith - Waltz #2 (Xo)
19. Jenny Lewis - Rise Up With Fists!!
20. Sleater-Kinney - Lions And Tigers
Parental Mix:
1. Glen Hansard & Marketa Irglova - Falling Slowly
2. Peter Bjorn and John - Young Folks
3. St. Vincent - Laughing With a Mouth of Blood
4. Josh Rouse - Winter In the Hamptons
5. Stars - Ageless Beauty
6. Visqueen - Hand Me Down
7. Belle & Sebastian - She's Losing It
8. Radiohead - High And Dry
9. Broken Social Scene - Stars and Sons
10. Ida Maria - Morning Light
11. Vampire Weekend - M79
12. Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Way Out
13. Beck - Lost Cause
14. Bjork - It's Oh So Quiet
15. Robert Plant & Alison Krauss - Gone Gone Gone (Done Moved On)
16. Coldplay - God Put A Smile Upon Your Face
17. Amy Winehouse - Tears Dry On Their Own
18. The Dandy Warhols - You Were The Last High
19. Fountains of Wayne - Valley Winter Song
20. The xx - Islands
I don't expect them to like every song on their respective albums. Maybe they'll switch up and prefer each other's more than their own. I just hope it will be something we can bond over when I go home for Christmas.
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Light At The End
Stan is a utilities guy by trade, but when we arrived here from Italy, he was told he'd be the unit deployment manager (UDM). It's a total office job, and Stan wasn't too happy sitting behind a desk all day. The advantage is that he's the guy who makes plane reservations for us when we leave. As this rotation comes to a close, he's had a drastic increase of people jumping their chain of command and barging into his office asking when they're going to leave. It's gotten to the point where he just blurts out a date just to get them to leave. However, since we're all in the same shop back home, he's been keeping our bests interests in mind.
Yesterday, this e-mail exchange took place:
Stan: 22 June at noon
Me: Going through Germany?
Stan: Yep.
Me: Thanks. I see a cheesecake in your future.
So, it looks like we'll be leaving here a week from Tuesday. And just like the trip here, we'll have to go through Germany to get home. I'm not sure how I feel about that part. I mean, a night or two in Germany could be fun; but I really just want to get home and sleep in my own bed.
Still, we're all relieved to finally have a reserved date. Now I can start packing stuff up and sending boxes home. I'm going to do my best to keep my head in the game, but it's not going to be easy.
Yesterday, this e-mail exchange took place:
Stan: 22 June at noon
Me: Going through Germany?
Stan: Yep.
Me: Thanks. I see a cheesecake in your future.
So, it looks like we'll be leaving here a week from Tuesday. And just like the trip here, we'll have to go through Germany to get home. I'm not sure how I feel about that part. I mean, a night or two in Germany could be fun; but I really just want to get home and sleep in my own bed.
Still, we're all relieved to finally have a reserved date. Now I can start packing stuff up and sending boxes home. I'm going to do my best to keep my head in the game, but it's not going to be easy.
Friday, June 11, 2010
Separate Ways
Captain Joo is our Aviano troop commander, meaning he's the highest ranking guy that came here with us from Aviano. Other than a few exchanged pleasantries, I hadn't had much interaction with him until last August, when we travelled to Germany together for an exercise. He ended up being one of the coolest people I know in Aviano.
Here, he works in engineering, so I don't see him very often; however, when our paths cross, we always have good conversation. He told me a few weeks ago that he'd volunteered to extend his deployment for three months up in Afghanistan. Obviously, he's pretty dedicated. He'll be at a tiny FOB (forward operating base) in extreme field conditions, but this is the kind of stuff he lives for. He left today, so last night, some of us Aviano guys got together for a few beers to send him off.
Take care, Captain, and be safe up there. We'll see you back in Italy.
Here, he works in engineering, so I don't see him very often; however, when our paths cross, we always have good conversation. He told me a few weeks ago that he'd volunteered to extend his deployment for three months up in Afghanistan. Obviously, he's pretty dedicated. He'll be at a tiny FOB (forward operating base) in extreme field conditions, but this is the kind of stuff he lives for. He left today, so last night, some of us Aviano guys got together for a few beers to send him off.
Take care, Captain, and be safe up there. We'll see you back in Italy.
Wednesday, June 09, 2010
Inducing Hyperactivity
Things never really get boring at work, and various people on our crew try to make sure of it. For instance, this afternoon, Ron, Nick, and Steven were talking about their Rip-It addictions. (Rip-Its are the energy drinks available for free at the chow hall.) I'm not a fan of any kind of energy drink (unless you count coffee), so I steer clear of them. These guys, however, would most likely go into delirium tremors without that saccharine carbonation ingested every hour. And being guys, they tend to get competitive, and somehow the idea came up to see if Ron could drink ten Rip-Its in three minutes. The cans are eight ounces each, which, altogether, is like drinking 2.36 litres.
Nick kept time and Steven filmed. Ron started off strong enough, finishing four in the first minute alone (and belching after each one), but by number six, he was struggling. He managed to choke down seven and a half cans, which is still nearly two litres, and a very impressive feat. And he probably won't sleep for at least four days.
Nick kept time and Steven filmed. Ron started off strong enough, finishing four in the first minute alone (and belching after each one), but by number six, he was struggling. He managed to choke down seven and a half cans, which is still nearly two litres, and a very impressive feat. And he probably won't sleep for at least four days.
Tuesday, June 08, 2010
Speaking and Geeking
I should seriously work for the UN or something. My negotiating skills are unmatched. Case in point: there have been a few minor altercations between people at work the past couple of days. It's obvious the five plus months we've spent here are getting to the guys, and all anyone can think about is going home. People are making irrational decisions and lashing out. I have to be the voice of reason and work out compromises. It's working so far, but I wonder who's gonna be the peace-keeper when I go batshit crazy.
Speaking of batshit crazy, I stayed up way too late last night. Why? Because Steve Jobs gave the keynote address at the Apple Worldwide Developers Conference yesterday, and it didn't start until 8 PM here. Normally, I'm asleep by then, but nothing was gonna tear me away from finding out about the new iPhone. And it was totally worth it. Now I just hope it's available in Italy sometime soon.
Speaking of batshit crazy, I stayed up way too late last night. Why? Because Steve Jobs gave the keynote address at the Apple Worldwide Developers Conference yesterday, and it didn't start until 8 PM here. Normally, I'm asleep by then, but nothing was gonna tear me away from finding out about the new iPhone. And it was totally worth it. Now I just hope it's available in Italy sometime soon.
Monday, June 07, 2010
Toes In The Sand
Yesterday, I went downtown with Stan, Steven, Rick, and Diaz. It was all the utilities guys from Aviano, and it was kinda my way of saying "Thanks for a great deployment." We spent most of the day at the InterContinental Hotel, right by the bay.
The water was pure blue, but we spent most of our time by the pool where we could get a little relief from the heat in the shade.
It was nice and relaxing, and I somehow managed to avoid a sunburn. Steven, however, wasn't as lucky. We left around 4 PM and headed to the souqs for shopping, hookah, and dinner. All in all, a grand day out.
The water was pure blue, but we spent most of our time by the pool where we could get a little relief from the heat in the shade.
It was nice and relaxing, and I somehow managed to avoid a sunburn. Steven, however, wasn't as lucky. We left around 4 PM and headed to the souqs for shopping, hookah, and dinner. All in all, a grand day out.
Saturday, June 05, 2010
Stonecutters
I got a crash course in masonry today. We had to tear down parts of the shower walls to install our valves, so we had to build it back. Normally, this would be a carpenter's job, but we're at a job stoppage until the carpenters catch up, so I decided to help them out a bit. The end result wasn't pretty, but it serves its purpose.
Also this week, one of our new guys, Knight, sewed on his Staff stripe. It's traditional to tag on stripes, which basically means to punch the living shit out of the recipient. You know, so the stripes stay on. I think it's kinda ridiculous, but everyone else sure seems to enjoy it. Except for the guy with bruised arms, of course.
Also this week, one of our new guys, Knight, sewed on his Staff stripe. It's traditional to tag on stripes, which basically means to punch the living shit out of the recipient. You know, so the stripes stay on. I think it's kinda ridiculous, but everyone else sure seems to enjoy it. Except for the guy with bruised arms, of course.
Tuesday, June 01, 2010
Flying By
I put new contacts in today, as I do at the beginning of every month. And as I did, I thought, "These are the last contacts I will wear in Qatar." And then I giggled a little.
In the past few weeks, we've gone from "We're leaving next month!" to "We're leaving in a month!" to "We're leaving this month!" I was worried productivity would slow down, but it's been almost the opposite. Everyone is cheerful, energetic, and getting along great, which is surprising considering how hard we've worked in such close quarters for so long. I'm thrilled with my team, and they continue to exceed expectations.
These last three weeks are gonna be a breeze.
In the past few weeks, we've gone from "We're leaving next month!" to "We're leaving in a month!" to "We're leaving this month!" I was worried productivity would slow down, but it's been almost the opposite. Everyone is cheerful, energetic, and getting along great, which is surprising considering how hard we've worked in such close quarters for so long. I'm thrilled with my team, and they continue to exceed expectations.
These last three weeks are gonna be a breeze.
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Seeing The Sights
Yesterday, I went downtown with Eddy, James, and Lee. We had a loose agenda, most dictated by Eddy, and it ended up being one of the best trips I've had downtown since I got here.
After lunch and some light shopping at the City Centre, we headed across the Corniche to the Museum of Islamic Art. It was a place I'd driven past several times and always wanted to check out, but usually the people with me weren't interested.
It's a gorgeous building that sits on a man-made island in the bay. It contained galleries with pieces collected as far west as Spain and as far east as China, and dating all the way back to the 7th century, when Islam was founded. There were some gorgeous exhibits, featuring everything from tapestries and jewellery to suits of armour and ancient pages of the Qur'an written with gold.
From there, we headed over to the souqs for a little more shopping. The souqs are different than the malls because they're all locally-run shops in a more traditional setting. Plus, you can haggle with the shop-keepers, which is kind of an art form around here. Also, there are tons of outdoor cafes for relaxing and smoking the hookah.
We ended up sitting at the cafe for two hours, socialising and laughing. This trip was different than my other trips to Doha in that none of the guys I brought with me were people from work. I love the guys on my crew, but it was nice to get away with friends I don't already spend twelve hours a day with.
Eddy really wanted to go to this place called the Sky View Bar at the top of the La Cigale Hotel. Unfortunately, he couldn't remember exactly how to get there. So we spent a few minutes driving around in crazy Doha traffic with Eddy on the phone with the broken-Engish-speaking concierge trying to get directions. It was total chaos at the time, but something we couldn't stop laughing about by the time we got there.
We sat outside on the terrace, overlooking the entire city, and it was absolutely breathtaking. We reclined and told stories over cheese, sushi, and cigars. I laughed harder than I've laughed in a long time. Doha is quickly becoming one of my favourite cities.
I'm really glad the four of us got to hang out yesterday, especially in a setting that made us forget, if only for a day, that we're deployed. I haven't known these guys for long, but it's good to know we have a brotherhood that extends beyond national borders or social boundaries. And if any of them ever find themselves in Italy, my door will be open wide.
Oh, and if you see Lee, ask him why I can't get this song out of my head.
After lunch and some light shopping at the City Centre, we headed across the Corniche to the Museum of Islamic Art. It was a place I'd driven past several times and always wanted to check out, but usually the people with me weren't interested.
It's a gorgeous building that sits on a man-made island in the bay. It contained galleries with pieces collected as far west as Spain and as far east as China, and dating all the way back to the 7th century, when Islam was founded. There were some gorgeous exhibits, featuring everything from tapestries and jewellery to suits of armour and ancient pages of the Qur'an written with gold.
From there, we headed over to the souqs for a little more shopping. The souqs are different than the malls because they're all locally-run shops in a more traditional setting. Plus, you can haggle with the shop-keepers, which is kind of an art form around here. Also, there are tons of outdoor cafes for relaxing and smoking the hookah.
We ended up sitting at the cafe for two hours, socialising and laughing. This trip was different than my other trips to Doha in that none of the guys I brought with me were people from work. I love the guys on my crew, but it was nice to get away with friends I don't already spend twelve hours a day with.
Eddy really wanted to go to this place called the Sky View Bar at the top of the La Cigale Hotel. Unfortunately, he couldn't remember exactly how to get there. So we spent a few minutes driving around in crazy Doha traffic with Eddy on the phone with the broken-Engish-speaking concierge trying to get directions. It was total chaos at the time, but something we couldn't stop laughing about by the time we got there.
We sat outside on the terrace, overlooking the entire city, and it was absolutely breathtaking. We reclined and told stories over cheese, sushi, and cigars. I laughed harder than I've laughed in a long time. Doha is quickly becoming one of my favourite cities.
I'm really glad the four of us got to hang out yesterday, especially in a setting that made us forget, if only for a day, that we're deployed. I haven't known these guys for long, but it's good to know we have a brotherhood that extends beyond national borders or social boundaries. And if any of them ever find themselves in Italy, my door will be open wide.
Oh, and if you see Lee, ask him why I can't get this song out of my head.
Friday, May 28, 2010
End In Sight
I just got back from an out-processing briefing, something everyone has to attend within 30 days of departure. It's kind of a milestone of sorts, ensuring us that yes, we will eventually get out of here, and yes, that day is getting close. It's also going to make it even harder for everyone to stay focused on the job and not off in dreamland, fantasising about what they're going to do once they get home.
On top of that, we have a two-day weekend again. This time, it's kind of a safety thing. The Commander knows that once people get toward the end of their rotation, they tend to lose focus at work and not pay attention to what they're doing. Accidents increase and people get injured. This is his way of telling us to take an extra day to rest, giving us the energy to push through the rest of our time here and end on a positive note. I'm not sure it will be effective, but I'd never turn down an extra day off.
On top of that, we have a two-day weekend again. This time, it's kind of a safety thing. The Commander knows that once people get toward the end of their rotation, they tend to lose focus at work and not pay attention to what they're doing. Accidents increase and people get injured. This is his way of telling us to take an extra day to rest, giving us the energy to push through the rest of our time here and end on a positive note. I'm not sure it will be effective, but I'd never turn down an extra day off.
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Wind Resistance
I had a mock PT test today, and I was expecting to have improved in all areas. I increased my push-ups and sit-ups, and my waist measurement is down by and inch and a half. However, my run was nearly a minute slower than six months ago. I'm guessing it's because I've been running more for distance here than for speed. Once I get back to Italy, I'll start running intervals to improve my time; but until then, I'm still just gonna work on burning calories.
Monday, May 24, 2010
The 19th Mile
Our dig last week was the last major part of this project. Everything else over the next month is interior work, and it shouldn't be too difficult. It feels great to be done with the hard part, but at the same time, I'm going to have trouble keeping my momentum until we leave. And how can I expect my guys to stay motivated when I can barely keep myself going? "Just a little bit more," I keep telling them. "You're doing a great job!" I worry that my encouraging remarks are starting to sound fake, when they're actually quite genuine. The buildings those guys are putting together are coming together wonderfully, and the progress they make each day is so dramatic. I hope everyone that stays after we leave appreciates the effort we've put into it.
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Stir Crazy
Maybe it's the long hours. Maybe it's the 120+ degree heat. Maybe it's the fact we've been here five months and our return home still seems so far away. Whatever it was, this was a rough week. So rough that the other day, as we were all in the trench, sweaty and getting covered in dust, I felt the need to belt out a heartfelt rendition of Lady Gaga's "Bad Romance." It brought a few smiles and lightened the mood, which was all it was intended to do in the first place.
See, I'm of the belief that all of life's troubles can be cured by a perfect pop song. There are quite a few out there, so next time you're feeling down, do what I did as I was driving home from work tonight. Put on this song:
See, I'm of the belief that all of life's troubles can be cured by a perfect pop song. There are quite a few out there, so next time you're feeling down, do what I did as I was driving home from work tonight. Put on this song:
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Sympathy For The Anorexics
I didn't really set out to lose weight on this deployment. In fact, I rarely lose weight in the desert, the exception to that rule being the '04 Iraq trip wherein I lost 15 pounds in three months.
But I downloaded an app for my iPod called "Lose It!" which is basically just a calorie counter. It also tracks nutritional information, which was more important to me than just calories. I wanted to account for what I put into my body--the good, the bad, and the high fructose corn disgustingness. I didn't really care about weight loss.
Everything was going well until about two months ago when I randomly stepped on a scale at the gym and noticed that I'd lost eight pounds. I know weight is really just a number and the whole deal about how muscle weighs more than fat, but I have to be honest that it felt really good to see that number drop. From then on, I started paying even more attention to my diet and workout routine.
Since then, I've lost another eight pounds, which puts me at 153 as of today. I've made a goal of getting below 150 before I leave here, but here's the kicker: I don't really want to lose any more weight.
When I take off my shirt and look in the mirror, I can hear my Mom's voice saying, "Oh, my stars! You're so skinny!" And that voice is right. I'm gaunt and emaciated. I'm the guy in the 60s beach party film that gets sand kicked on him. I'm McLovin.
Still, I'm desperate to see that scale tip at 149. I can't explain it; it's just something I want to prove to myself I can do. Every morning when I put on my pants and I have to cinch my belt tighter and tighter, I feel like a success. I prefer to think of it as an infatuation rather than an obsession, as I still indulge in the occasional soy macchiato or bagel with cream cheese. Still, it's easy to understand how people freak out over that stupid little number on their scale.
I know after I get back to Italy, I'll devour enough pasta and cheesecake to feed Liechtenstein, and I'll eventually get back to my normal weight. I just want to take this opportunity to see if I have the will power to resist shoving junk food down my throat. Let me wallow in my self-absorbed haze of Jarvis Cocker delineation, and things will get back to normal soon enough.
But I downloaded an app for my iPod called "Lose It!" which is basically just a calorie counter. It also tracks nutritional information, which was more important to me than just calories. I wanted to account for what I put into my body--the good, the bad, and the high fructose corn disgustingness. I didn't really care about weight loss.
Everything was going well until about two months ago when I randomly stepped on a scale at the gym and noticed that I'd lost eight pounds. I know weight is really just a number and the whole deal about how muscle weighs more than fat, but I have to be honest that it felt really good to see that number drop. From then on, I started paying even more attention to my diet and workout routine.
Since then, I've lost another eight pounds, which puts me at 153 as of today. I've made a goal of getting below 150 before I leave here, but here's the kicker: I don't really want to lose any more weight.
When I take off my shirt and look in the mirror, I can hear my Mom's voice saying, "Oh, my stars! You're so skinny!" And that voice is right. I'm gaunt and emaciated. I'm the guy in the 60s beach party film that gets sand kicked on him. I'm McLovin.
Still, I'm desperate to see that scale tip at 149. I can't explain it; it's just something I want to prove to myself I can do. Every morning when I put on my pants and I have to cinch my belt tighter and tighter, I feel like a success. I prefer to think of it as an infatuation rather than an obsession, as I still indulge in the occasional soy macchiato or bagel with cream cheese. Still, it's easy to understand how people freak out over that stupid little number on their scale.
I know after I get back to Italy, I'll devour enough pasta and cheesecake to feed Liechtenstein, and I'll eventually get back to my normal weight. I just want to take this opportunity to see if I have the will power to resist shoving junk food down my throat. Let me wallow in my self-absorbed haze of Jarvis Cocker delineation, and things will get back to normal soon enough.
Monday, May 17, 2010
In Good Hands
In my absence, Cheyenne and Chelsey are taking care of the casa and the macchina. Chey and I talk or e-mail once or twice a week, and I always ask if there are any issues with either one. She assures me everything is great, and that she and Chels have developed quite a fondness for yard work. Recently, to put any fears to rest (not that I had any), Chelsey sent this picture of my truck that's totally in one piece, featuring my house that hasn't burned down. Yet.
Thanks, ladies! You're totally getting your choice of cheesecake upon my return.
Thanks, ladies! You're totally getting your choice of cheesecake upon my return.
Friday, May 14, 2010
Thank You, God, for shopping on the Internets!
I just spent the past hour on the phone (Skype, actually) with Delta making reservations for a trip home and to several other destinations over Christmas. I've been looking around online for reservations for the past few months, trying to finagle my itinerary to see as many people as possible without bankrupting myself.
The tickets I wanted were ringing up at around 2400 bucks. (I know, right?!?!) But for some reason, a couple days ago, they suddenly dropped to 1800, so I figured I'd better get while the gettin's good. I made an attempt to purchase online, but because my flight originates from overseas, I had to call. This ended up being a good thing, because at the last minute, I asked about a military discount, which dropped my fare another 200 bucks.
So, between 11 December and 2 January, I'll be going from Venice to DC to Evansville to Denver to SLC and back to Venice. A whirlwind tour, to be sure, but I'm trying to see as many people as possible. It's seven months away, but I'm already excited.
The tickets I wanted were ringing up at around 2400 bucks. (I know, right?!?!) But for some reason, a couple days ago, they suddenly dropped to 1800, so I figured I'd better get while the gettin's good. I made an attempt to purchase online, but because my flight originates from overseas, I had to call. This ended up being a good thing, because at the last minute, I asked about a military discount, which dropped my fare another 200 bucks.
So, between 11 December and 2 January, I'll be going from Venice to DC to Evansville to Denver to SLC and back to Venice. A whirlwind tour, to be sure, but I'm trying to see as many people as possible. It's seven months away, but I'm already excited.
Thursday, May 13, 2010
We're Talking Crazy Heat
Summer has kicked into high gear here in Qatar. Just in the past week, the temperature has gone from "Wow, it's pretty warm out here" to "I walked outside and immediately burst into flame." It doesn't help that we're on the part of the project that requires a lot of trenching out in the sun. But even so, we don't have our air conditioning units hooked up yet, so inside is just as warm with no air circulation at all.
One of the buildings we're working on is right next to the clinic, and yesterday, the captain that works in mental health brought some fresh fruit out to us. Today, she brought smoothies. Apparently, she can spot a potential basket case a mile away and is doing her best to keep us cool and sane.
One of the buildings we're working on is right next to the clinic, and yesterday, the captain that works in mental health brought some fresh fruit out to us. Today, she brought smoothies. Apparently, she can spot a potential basket case a mile away and is doing her best to keep us cool and sane.
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Departure Gate
Sonny, Steve, and Steven are leaving tonight, so last night, a group of us went out for our beers. It was a bittersweet evening of laughter and stories, and our team isn't going to be the same after they're gone.
Steve and Steven are stationed in England, and a few of us Aviano guys are already planning trips up there this summer. And they all know if they're ever in Italy, they totally have a place to stay. Yeah, it's hard saying goodbye to people, but it's great knowing I have friends in every corner of the globe.
Steve and Steven are stationed in England, and a few of us Aviano guys are already planning trips up there this summer. And they all know if they're ever in Italy, they totally have a place to stay. Yeah, it's hard saying goodbye to people, but it's great knowing I have friends in every corner of the globe.
Monday, May 10, 2010
Four Fellas
I went downtown again yesterday, this time with Sonny, Kevin, and Mike, three guys that work in HVAC. Our agenda wasn't much different than any other time I've been downtown, but for some reason, it was really relaxing and mellow. I think part of it was that there was only four of us, so it was easier to decide what to do and where to go. Also, those three guys are a riot. The banter between them kept me laughing all day long. I took them to some places they hadn't been before, and they were really appreciative.
Sonny is stationed in Aviano, as well, and even though I'd met him before, we never really hung out until we deployed here together. He heads back to Aviano this week, and then he'll be leaving Aviano permanently next month. I hope I get back there before he takes off.
Sonny is stationed in Aviano, as well, and even though I'd met him before, we never really hung out until we deployed here together. He heads back to Aviano this week, and then he'll be leaving Aviano permanently next month. I hope I get back there before he takes off.
Saturday, May 08, 2010
Fast Friends
I know I've mentioned this before, but one of the harder parts about life in the military is always saying goodbye to your friends, whether they're leaving or you are. And something peculiar about desert life is how fast things progress, including developing friendships. Since the turnover rate is also higher here, I end up seeing people off even more often than normal. Tonight, for instance, my friend Brock, whom I haven't known long, heads back to his home station in California. It's a small Air Force, so I'm sure our paths will cross again.
There are a lot of people leaving in the next few weeks, and before long, it will be my turn. And as many people as I've met here, it will still feel great to go back to Italia and see the friends I've been missing since December.
There are a lot of people leaving in the next few weeks, and before long, it will be my turn. And as many people as I've met here, it will still feel great to go back to Italia and see the friends I've been missing since December.
Wednesday, May 05, 2010
Whiplashed
A couple days ago, I was just about done. Even though I enjoyed my two-day weekend, by the time work was over on Monday, I was exhausted, weak-spirited, doubting my abilities, feeling unloved, and just plain shitty. I started to write a huge tirade about it that night, but before I posted it, I stopped myself. "Perhaps," I thought to myself, "tomorrow will be better." Boy, was I right.
Tuesday started off a little weak, but by the end of the day, I had hashed some things out with people, the project was moving along in the right direction, drama subsided, and I was feeling like my normal optimistic self again.
Today was even better. I felt productive and cheerful. Some project issues I was worried about were resolved. We were all having fun. Plus, I listened to "Heaven Is Whenever," the new album from The Hold Steady. I've been looking forward to this one for a long time, and I recommend you legally purchase your copy as soon as possible. Just try and listen to the chorus of "The Weekenders" without your heart feeling as though it just might burst. Go ahead, I dare you.
Tuesday started off a little weak, but by the end of the day, I had hashed some things out with people, the project was moving along in the right direction, drama subsided, and I was feeling like my normal optimistic self again.
Today was even better. I felt productive and cheerful. Some project issues I was worried about were resolved. We were all having fun. Plus, I listened to "Heaven Is Whenever," the new album from The Hold Steady. I've been looking forward to this one for a long time, and I recommend you legally purchase your copy as soon as possible. Just try and listen to the chorus of "The Weekenders" without your heart feeling as though it just might burst. Go ahead, I dare you.
Sunday, May 02, 2010
Letting Off Some Steam
On nights before their days off, most of the guys go out to the Desert Eagle Lounge (DEL) to hang out, relax, and indulge in their three beers. Up until a few weeks ago, I never went. I don't know why, but I usually spent my evenings in my room, quietly rewinding after a long week.
But, for some reason, they all convinced me to go out with them a couple weekends ago, and I had a great time. And since then, I've joined them every Friday night, drinking our beers, and laughing about things that happened the previous week. It's the closest thing we have to a bar, and even though it's not perfect, it's enough to get us through the next two months.
By the way, after not drinking for so long, three beers are surprisingly potent.
But, for some reason, they all convinced me to go out with them a couple weekends ago, and I had a great time. And since then, I've joined them every Friday night, drinking our beers, and laughing about things that happened the previous week. It's the closest thing we have to a bar, and even though it's not perfect, it's enough to get us through the next two months.
By the way, after not drinking for so long, three beers are surprisingly potent.
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