We Live Where We Are

Now a Cricketer

As mentioned before, I went to cricket practice on Saturday, knowing absolutely nothing about the game. Turns out, it's quite fun, a kind of baseball-minus-two bases-plus-two tabs of acid equation. Here are some facts I learned:

1.) Games can last for days.
2.) The term "wicket" has about 3,287 meanings.
3.) The pitcher is most emphatically not a "pitcher," but a "bowler."

After cricket we caught the train downtown and ate at Namaskar, an Indian place frequently haunted by ALTs and other foreigners. Juli and I are on a first name basis with the manager, so she can generally guess exactly what we're going to order, and occasionally treats us to free dessert. They used to show Bollywood movies and music videos on a giant screen, but that cultural petit-four has unfortunately been withdrawn.

That night we went down to Ewan's apartment to have dinner and play the new Smash Bros. game. We also busted out Wii Fit and I filmed everyone's absurd hip gyrations as they were doing the hula-hoop game (video to follow). On the train home, a few drunk old men started pestering us and so Andy and I pretended we were Finnish and had a long conversation in our native tongue, which pleased the two inebriates greatly.

The next morning, with the onset of a sore throat, I could barely swallow or speak. I ended up staying in bed almost the entire day. Juli made me some delicious potato-leek soup and we watched a streaming, pirated copy of Cloverfield, essentially a handi-cam version of a movie that was shot on handi-cam to begin with, thus doubling the film's inherent nauseating quality.

Some doubt has been cast on whether we will stay a third year or not, but we only have three days to decide. Stay tuned!