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Trapped in Manley Field House, baby-sitting the Athletic Communications office while the division III high school basketball playoffs are held in the arena. Everyone is all worked up over it because Greg Paulis, who may be going to Duke next year on a basketball scholarship, or may give it all up to play college football, is playing for CBA. Whatever.
Meanwhile, I am entertaining myself by playing with the office computers, catching up on my magazines and making fun of the fans who drove here from Watertown's flannel attire. It was during the former that I discovered the following article:
http://travel2.nytimes.com/mem/travel/article-page.html?pagewanted=1&res=9E0CE3DE143EF933A05756C0A9629C8B63
Reading this made me really miss Strasbourg - the little things about it, like when the author mentions eating at Flams. He puts it down for being a chain resturant, but I remember eating there with Catherine, Liz and Karin before we all ran down to the pub for trivia night. Or with Liz, after our disasterous movie outing.
On the other hand, I am outraged the author managed to fit everything about the city into just two pages. I lived there for four months and I feel like the Strasbourg I know is nothing like the one he's writing about. I think I had the most fun there just doing stupid stuff. Flunch-brunches with the girls every Sunday, which usually stretched so long that we got dinner as well. Searching for that ever-elusive english bookstore, and finding a hookah shop instead. Kabobs with Liz while stumbling home drunk from the pubs, from the old man who knew us so well we really didn't even have to ask him to cut it for us. "Watching for cops" with Peter. Erin-go-braughing our way to Gerber for quiche with Karin after every Religion class with D-Mil, always trying to see which car was his so we could put a note on it that said, "Boom." Stalking foreign bartenders in Petite France. When that organ guy asked Karin to watch his stand for him, so she stood there with this three-foot crank organ in the middle of the Sunday rush. Making and breaking endless plans to get chinese food. TAKE-OUT PASTA, an idea I still plan on importing to the US and claiming as my own. Walking a mile and a half to Monoprix because it's the only place in the city that sells Doritos. Sneaking over to Liz's after dinner to watch Sex and the City or Drop Dead Georgeous. Making every Christmas carol we could think of non-denominational with Catherine. Passing notes in the WTO headquarters with Steve. Anything involving TorPac.
Anyway, you get the idea. I miss it. I'm bored sitting here at Manley. It's Friday. Blah.
Meanwhile, I am entertaining myself by playing with the office computers, catching up on my magazines and making fun of the fans who drove here from Watertown's flannel attire. It was during the former that I discovered the following article:
http://travel2.nytimes.com/mem/travel/article-page.html?pagewanted=1&res=9E0CE3DE143EF933A05756C0A9629C8B63
Reading this made me really miss Strasbourg - the little things about it, like when the author mentions eating at Flams. He puts it down for being a chain resturant, but I remember eating there with Catherine, Liz and Karin before we all ran down to the pub for trivia night. Or with Liz, after our disasterous movie outing.
On the other hand, I am outraged the author managed to fit everything about the city into just two pages. I lived there for four months and I feel like the Strasbourg I know is nothing like the one he's writing about. I think I had the most fun there just doing stupid stuff. Flunch-brunches with the girls every Sunday, which usually stretched so long that we got dinner as well. Searching for that ever-elusive english bookstore, and finding a hookah shop instead. Kabobs with Liz while stumbling home drunk from the pubs, from the old man who knew us so well we really didn't even have to ask him to cut it for us. "Watching for cops" with Peter. Erin-go-braughing our way to Gerber for quiche with Karin after every Religion class with D-Mil, always trying to see which car was his so we could put a note on it that said, "Boom." Stalking foreign bartenders in Petite France. When that organ guy asked Karin to watch his stand for him, so she stood there with this three-foot crank organ in the middle of the Sunday rush. Making and breaking endless plans to get chinese food. TAKE-OUT PASTA, an idea I still plan on importing to the US and claiming as my own. Walking a mile and a half to Monoprix because it's the only place in the city that sells Doritos. Sneaking over to Liz's after dinner to watch Sex and the City or Drop Dead Georgeous. Making every Christmas carol we could think of non-denominational with Catherine. Passing notes in the WTO headquarters with Steve. Anything involving TorPac.
Anyway, you get the idea. I miss it. I'm bored sitting here at Manley. It's Friday. Blah.