Rock the Plank

Hello all! I have returned to O-town and am currently prepping for tonight's midterm and lab quiz. I'm not terribly concerned, but we'll see how it goes. Reading Week was pretty well awesome, apart from the rough beginning: I got in 34 hours late. Sunday I went for tea with the charming Boopsie. Two Stephanies I went to school with ran into us in the tea shop (one of them works there). Monday night I watched a movie with Katie, Keith, and Katie's family, which was lovely. Katie's brothers terrify me by getting taller and taller. Katie and Keith, mercifully, have stopped getting taller, though Katie has acquired even more animal friends.

Tuesday morning I shipped out with Dad and Mum to Jasper, where we spent a half-day at the mountain and then checked in to the self-catering place that the Pratts found for us. The next two days we enjoyed some pretty good skiing/snowboarding -- the snow could have been better, but it was easy to avoid the rocks without hitting anyone else because Marmot was deserted. It was a little eerie at times, actually. Some of the runs had a sort of Twilight Zone feel, particularly on Friday, when I went by myself for the afternoon while Boopsie was fencing and Mum and Dad were watching her. It snowed like crazy at the opening ceremonies for the Winter Games. Hinton seemed to be in the middle of a snowglobe, because almost as soon as we left town the snow stopped. The Pratts were there on Thursday when we got in.

Saturday I watched Boopsie's team do rather well in the Games, winning a silver medal. Calgary's fencers took the gold, but they have several national team athletes who are scary good. Boopsie won her part of the team fencing (it is not that complicated, really, but I do not feel like explaining right now) so we are all well pleased with her. Congratulations, Five Alive! And there were a few bouts that were absolute nail-biters, so I'm very glad I went and watched! And Dad identified a fellow Corpus graduate (amusingly called a "Corpuscle" by those in the know) by his college scarf. We were all very impressed with his Cambridge-dar.

Anyhoo, Saturday Mum, Dad, and I drove back to the Bubble. It was with great sadness that I opted out of the festivities at the Games for the sake of making my flight the next morning. Apparently, partying was to go down. But it did mean I got to hang out with Tom, Kate, and Kate's cousin Phoebe Ann who knows Saille, which is beyond weird. We went for un cafe and then sat about at Tom's house giggling hysterically for a while. My flight yesterday went smoothly. It was all good.