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redfiona99Went fencing yesterday. 4 hours of training (followed by staying up till 3.30 because of the Superbowl) didn't hurt as much as it should have done, in fact most of the damage was done by a stupid warm-up exercise, that I still do not see the point of and seems to have been more for the coach's amusement than anything else.
Superbowl was fun, if odd. Well played Steelers 92. Spent most of it crashing against Jason's knee, which is disturbingly comfortable. He was out like a light so it wasn't like I was disturbing him. Unfortunately the one American Football fan we had in our vicinity was cheering for the Cardinals and poor M always does take things to heart.
The problematic social engagement is that some of the girlie fencers have organised an Ann Summers Party. I do not wish to go, it's not my thing and I'm really not all that fond of one of the girls that is going.
Fine, right, I can just stay at home.
Sadly not. The boys, in retaliation, are organising a boys night in at my house. Which, yeah, is bad enough to start with, because I can't see Dave tidying up, but on top of that it means I have nowhere to go that night. Unless I feel like going to the cinema on my own (which, you know, could give me an excuse to go and see the Spirit), or seeing if I can convince some other friends to do something that night.
Gah!
Superbowl was fun, if odd. Well played Steelers 92. Spent most of it crashing against Jason's knee, which is disturbingly comfortable. He was out like a light so it wasn't like I was disturbing him. Unfortunately the one American Football fan we had in our vicinity was cheering for the Cardinals and poor M always does take things to heart.
The problematic social engagement is that some of the girlie fencers have organised an Ann Summers Party. I do not wish to go, it's not my thing and I'm really not all that fond of one of the girls that is going.
Fine, right, I can just stay at home.
Sadly not. The boys, in retaliation, are organising a boys night in at my house. Which, yeah, is bad enough to start with, because I can't see Dave tidying up, but on top of that it means I have nowhere to go that night. Unless I feel like going to the cinema on my own (which, you know, could give me an excuse to go and see the Spirit), or seeing if I can convince some other friends to do something that night.
Gah!
