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6月26日 The Last Post in TexasThus the time has come for San Antonio and I to go our separate ways. It has been a lovely ten days. However, I must away in less than an hour. I accomplished very little of what I had set out to do here. In fact, besides working out daily and managing to grow three or four shades darker, I haven't met a single goal for this vacation. C'est la vie....
I'm a slacker at heart, what can I say? I didn't even make my blogging quotas for the time. Though, in my defence, until recently I have been fairly debilitated by something akin to Montezuma's Revenge, if not the Revenge itself. It almost cost the weekend, but I rediscovered Pepto Bismol in the nick of time. I don't know what they put in there, but it'll do ya right if you chug it by the bottle.
Maybe I just need the motivation of the carrots on sticks that are grades. Well... if that's the case, here are my grades for the Texas Semester.
Performance Art, Flute: B, Did not get even close to meeting goals.
Independent Studies in UV Radiation: A, Student has darkened by at least three shades.
Phys. Ed: A, Student tore it up at the hotel gym.
Physics of Frisbee: C+, Good effort, however, could not stop throwing diagonally, and shows little potential.
Getting Around in a Strange Land Without a Car: A, Student walked down the highway until finding a bus stop, boarded the first bus to come by, then called transit hotline to find out where she could go. This shows tenacity and perseverance.
Beer/Mixology Lab: B+, Had moments, but none that went beyond the calls of duty. (Incidentally, Ja'ar gets an A in Drinking the Beer.... I have a picture of the resulting lime-flavored carnage.... Limes strewn throughout the parking lot, a room that smells of lime, even now, days later, limes inside the light fixtures....)
Being a Good Sport/Trooper: A+, Student went into town with Ja'ar and two friends to go sight-seeing. Other three wanted to go bar hopping. The student, who couldn't go with them, self-ejected from the group at four p.m. and did not see them again until after midnight. Had to take a cab back to hotel at ten. The whole time, the student suppressed her misery and went solo shopping/sight-seeing, while chugging Pepto Bismol, and making pathetic, whiney calls to friends in New York.
Summer Reading: A, The two selected books are read. Check, check.
Lime Toss 101: C, Student gave a good effort, but was unable to throw limes as far as the rest of the class, and got pegged in the eye by Ja'ar when she wasn't paying attention. This shows a lack of foresight. He had mad limes.
Social Studies with a Concentration in Souvenirs: A+, The matching sheriff's badges for the student and her partner that say "N. (Partner's Name)" and "Raul" mean that student wins for life.
Well, that'll have to be it as I needs must call a Taxi. (What a weird saying..."Needs Must..." Wonder what it comes from...?)
Forevah, an' forevah, farewell, Texas! If'n we do meet agin, wha, we sha' small; if'n we don't, wha' then this partin' was well made! 6月23日 The BurningTsssssssssssssssst.
That's the sound that water makes when it touches the skin on my shoulders. One more time? Tsssssssssssssssst. Just like that. Having grown up in SoCal, I suppose I am, on occasion, a little on the cavalier side when it comes to dealings with our nearest star. 'Texan sun?' I thought, 'Bring it.' I'm from the beach, man. Here's what I didn't consider: In San Antonio, we're quite a bit nearer to the equator than in L.A. (about lat. 29 vs. 34), and besides, in Texas, only Chuck Norris is immune to the rays of the sun, and this is because it is scared of him. Wussy Sun.
Luckily, for me, despite laying, unprotected, under the devastating UV rays of said sun from ten AM to six-thirty PM, only my shoulders and back are at all the worse for wear. Being half Japanese and Half Italian, I am dark complected enough to survive this reckless sunbathing. Ja'ar, on the other hand, having genetic roots in northern Europe, and being from Kansas, was not so fortunate. Ja'ar's entire body is purple. Not pink, like my shoulders, but deep purple.
I have pictures. They are not for the faint of heart. (Unfortunately, I cannot install the picture upload program... so until I get home you'll all have to use your vivid imaginations.)
In other news, I figured out how to get to the City via VIA, the local transit system. I've been buying souveniers for everyone. I had set a 20 USD limit per person I am shopping for, but because I was able to score some of the things on my list for a fiver or less, I put the extra cash towards a real cowboy hat for myself, and a surprise hat for L. I doubt it's still a surprise, because, natch, I wasn't about to muck around when there's a 60 USD hat involved, so I had to call him form the hatter's shop to ask him to please give me the circumference of his head. Spoiler much?
Designer Rodeo King hats aside, my favorite souveniers thus far are the matching personalized sheriff's badges I bought for my current partner and myself. His says "N.," (well, it doesn't really say "N." but you get the idea) and mine says "Raul." Mine really says "Raul." N. and Raul. We're so cute. Aw.
So now it's downstairs to the gym for me... I think I have become a gym rat-- yes, it's true. When I go home I am going straight to Gold's Gym to sign up for a year. I don't know how I feel about this yet. But it'll sure be cool on days that I can't cycle. |
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