En Garde
I adopted a new member to add to my family, a classic II. I first saw it on the floor of my friend’s living room, and petted the dirty, pathetic looking thing, pronouncing it Cute in my late night stupor. Then we went back up on the roof and he taught me to fence. This was friday night (7am saturday morning but whatever) and we were hanging out on his lovely rooftop with fabulous views, and plenty of room for learning the opening stance, a couple parries, and moving around. Also, for anyone living somewhere around 7th St. and Ave B, I apologize if your tv was flickering in and out, I sometimes stepped on the cables.
I did alright when he had both swords and I kicked at him (arm very tired). With one foil each, he killed me every time.
Since macs are your friend, they have little hand grips and are easy to carry 9 or so blocks to the F. Only a homeless East Village hipster commented “hey is that an apple I” - “no, a II - wish me luck!” I still need to find a keyboard and mouse, I have no idea if the thing will boot, but we’ll see. They are running everywhere at Tekserve, as cues for people waiting in line. I have considered getting a job there except that I’d trade my check in for stuff all the time. Mostly I see these things functioning as clocks. All I’ve done so far is clean the entire thing with ethyl alcohol.
totally off topic but i just heated the leftovers: I made the most drop-dead fantabulous hash browns yesterday to go on a side a late breakfast, having had a specific craving. they almost rival the lovely ones we’d eat at our “girl breakfast” at Trio’s in DC, when me and the other programmer chicks i worked with would catch up with each other. still the best diner breakfast food almost anywhere and friendly staff. get a stack of chocolate chip pancakes for the table to share. so so good. go there, now. I am the boss of you.
hell, had I known you wanted to learn to fence…
:)
trio’s for breakfast, huh?
boss of me, huh?
i AM your boss, and meanwhile, i am working for the man as of yesterday. so bizarro. secure so i can’t really check email from the office.
I can’t front as corporate, so bizarre and funny. oh the uninspired hair! get breakfast at trio’s diner (as opposed to the bar or the pizza place). truuuuust me. my kingdom for their eggs, toast, potatoes and coffee.
listening to dc bands. *sigh* dc is rad, i don’t care how many rats i can count in a night. i’ve still only seen two rats in NYC thus far. it’s filthy here, but i think they front about their rats. for sure, NYC wins for foul smell and people clutter.um. i was gonna stop typing. ;] miss ya dude. and it’s not my fault you never told me you can fence. (really?! cuz we should!) i’ll take you down and still be the boss of you, or at least put up a good fight.
i always wanted to learn to fence. “HA I’m not left handed either!” but even before that. and we did historical fencing so it was more about what would be an actual kill or mortal wound verses someone’s tip just ending up somewhere dangerous. very cool. the low crouching is tough but totally worth the strain/pain!
i am the boss of you. silly boy
oddly, I’ve not been to any of the trio’s places. breakfast is not so much my meal, but I’ll keep that place in mind when I’m craving some. (speekina such things...I haven’t been to asylum’s vegan brunch in a bit.)
I was on the unh fencing team for three years, and then continued to compete for another three or four after that. funny that I never told you.
those were my “geek sport” days.
:)
ps, the dc rats miss you, too.
I actually learned how to fence in highschool. Is that weird? I thought so. we wore those outfits and everything. The masks were unbelievably cool, I must admit. I could outfence all of ya, while juggling too. (Another class I had in highschool. Yes.)
i am so jealous! my high school sucked for sports. very very cool, lucky ducks, getting to really learn and stuff.
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