Friday, June 03, 2005
A girl who works with me in the office, Bianca, this afternoon introduced me to two new things: a card game, entitled "Nertz", and racquetball. Nertz requires no strategy and is mindless, so I adapted well, though I lost horribly.
After mastering the initial concept of hitting the racquetball, further skill development was blocked by my inability to comprehend the possibility of leaving the serving box. I would hit the ball, Bianca would volley it back, and I would stand in the middle of the court, unmoving, watching the ball soar past (or at) me. This occurred numerous times, but Bianca was a patient instructor. Though the sweat soaked through to my underwear, I felt not too terribly exerted, and therefore assured Bianca I would gladly participate in additional scheduled sessions convenient to us both.
Afterward, I called Christina to drive me to Stammtisch, mit der Deutsch Klub. I bothered not to pretend I had called for little reason other than to utilize her chauffer services, but I suspect she did not mind, despite feigning injury. Only two or three other students appeared, so we restricted conversation to English, between ourselves, and enjoyed nice salads (I also imbibed an insane amount of Mountain Dew).
Christina and I giggled over slight things, such as Eike fumbling with his cigarettes, then tapping them on the table. Few pasttimes amuse me better than observing other people in social situations (so long as I myself remain unengaged in any interactions). People are goofy things.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 8:04 PM]