Update on what happened because im sick and tired of explaining it to people.
Friday: I packed (sort of) Thursday night and left Friday after I was done teaching and sitting in on my 583 lecture…man I love walking into a class when thee are only 7 or so minutes left in it. I decided to skip my OpenGL lab so that I could get back to Concord at a decent hour (and it’s a good thing I decided to skip it).
“Hi I’m home.” wtf there’s no one in the house. I probably shouldn’t care too much. Ok well ill unpack the car and start laundry. <30 minutes later> “Hrmmmm perhaps I should marinate the steak for dinner.” Done.
Called the ‘rents cell to see wtf was up with no one around the house. “Henry can you take the steak out of the fridge and marinate it, and while your at it can you thaw some chicken. We decided to have two of emily’s friends over for dinner.”
<15 minutes later>
to the sounds of sizzling teriyaki chicken. I see the car pull into the driveway, and people begin to pile out. Hmmmm, there are more people coming out that I though, good thing I decided to cook more than asked to. Pulling the table away from the wall so we can fit more people at it.
Well the mother, sister and three of her friends, father and yours truly sit down to a dinner of steak marinated in a combination of pepper, lemon juice and freshly ground salt, chicken teriyaki, salad, pureed butternut squash, fresh baguette, rice pilaf and for dessert gingerbread.
Everyone seems to be happy with the dinner, which makes me feel good because I HATE it when people come over unannounced…{RING} “Hey, its Bea im stopping by the house, ill be there in about 2 minutes”
This isn’t exactly a person we can turn away either. She went to high school with my mother, is one of the two people who manages the Head of the Charles Regatta (the other being her husband the Executive Director Fred Schoch). She arrives at the front door has a wine glass forced into her hand and sits down to dinner. I don’t think she has actually had a home cooked meal for the past week so she is eternally grateful for the food.
Fast forward some more:
Saturday: Up at 630am to get food for the Wisco crew team. The mother has been up since 530 backing some 3 (or more) dozen blueberry muffins for them. We arrive at the hotel, unload the stuff into a bellhop cart and set it up on a giant credenza on the 5th floor (the team rented the entire floor). We then tore out of the parking lot crossed over JFK(I think) bridge and pulled up unto the grass beside the weeks footbridge. Its nice being able to park where your not supposed to park, finished setting up the Reunion Village venue, then people started to arrive.
Lots of rowers, lots of people, sort of shitty weather
That evening we were all so tired we ended up having waffles for dinner and going to bed at around 9pm.
Sunday:
Today is the really important race day, where most of the colleges race, plus the US national team and several foreign national teams row. The weather was even more shitty than the day before and im wearing a turtleneck, a wool sweater, a fleece and a goretex jacket and im still fucking cold.
Lots more shells go by, people cheering, saw one of my relatives Bruce Beall, saw my sister wiz by in the Wisco quad, saw a bunch of boats hit each other ( its amazing how fragine and expensive those fuckers are, ill post prices in a bit), saw the US national team (I think it was anyway) blow their chance of winning their flight and a bunch of other things.
Arrived home took a shower, had a glass of wine, finished packing the car, and started driving back to ‘cuse. I got here around 1245am, without having touched a computer since Friday afternoon, and surprisingly there wasn’t much email to deal with.
Posted by henry at October 21, 2003 07:01 PM