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ultimate (not!)

12:30am CST Friday 19 January 2001

At about 8:30pm I went to play ultimate for the first time in several weeks. Pretty much as I arrived and joined the group in the parking lot, it started to rain, so we caravanned to House of Pies. Only 4 of us made it; I guess the others decided to go home instead.

Mark, Sarah, Erol and I sat at one of the booths, talking about random stuff, including how Mark's brother shot Mark's front tooth in half with a pellet gun, how Erol can't handle the climate changes between Houston and Venezuela, how Sarah's company purchased another company recently, and how it felt when I got stung by a scorpion a couple years ago.

Mark shared with us his favorite House of Pies treat: cottage fries with beef boullion and mustard. The beef boullion is called some french thing like du jas or some such. The mustard is Heinz 57 brand. I tried a couple cottage fries with said seasoning and that was enough for me. bluh.

Oh, at the end of the evening, Mark outlined(*) his gambling record for his most recent six excursions. On one he was up 4500 dollars at one point, but came back with only $200 extra.

After House of Pies, they went wherever they went, and I visited Kat at KTRU. I hadn't yet signed up for my shift this coming spring semester. Donna and I signed up to share the 7-9pm Saturday timeslot. We will probably tagteam it; we still haven't met yet.

I talked to Kat for probably 45 minutes, catching up on random stuff and talking about KTRU stuff - music, callers, playlist, etc. Pretty cool stuff.

I rode my (borrowed) unicycle on the way too and from the building from and to the stadium, and it was blucky raining. I got pissed when I was riding through an expansive "lake" 2 inches deep and a car drove past me too quickly and splashed water all over me. I yelled an obscenity at him and he didn't seem to notice. I really think he had no idea I was there, which is scary. I arrived back at my car safely despite this tragedy, and have made it home now.

(*) I spent nearly 8 minutes trying to think of the perfect word to describe how marked told us his last 6 gambling trips worth of wins/losses.

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