Life is little but the same cycles repeating, with wrinkles of variation.
On Friday evening, Kris and I travel for an ultimate tournament. After a few hours, we arrive in the city. We stay over at our friends house. We eat dinner. We talk. We play a boardgame. We go to sleep. We wake up on Saturday morning and head to the field. We meet our teammates. We play a few games. There is some entertainment to occupy us in the downtime. We play some more. We take a tournament photo. We shower and get ready for dinner. We eat barbecue for dinner. We head to the party. We party. We go home.
On Sunday morning, we prepare to play more Ultimate. We play. We hang out on the sideline when we are not playing. We eat a late lunch. We spend some time with friends while waiting for our transport. We travel back home. Catsby yells at us. We go to sleep. We face the new week. I vow to write a blog post. I procrastinate.
Life is little but the same cycles repeating, with wrinkles of variation.
On Friday evening, Kris and I travel for an ultimate tournament on Jeju island. After an hour flight, we arrive on the island. We stay over at our friends house, where we’ve never stayed before. We eat a delicious dinner that our friend lovingly made herself. We talk, catching up on the small talk we haven’t been able to have because we don’t see each other as often as we’d like to. We play a boardgame that Kris and I had never played, and were justifiably terrible at it. We go to sleep, eagerly awaiting the hat tournament the next day. We wake up on Saturday and head to the field, with our friend driving us there, chatting all the while. We meet our teammates, a mixture of old friends and island folk we hadn’t had the chance to bond with before. We play a few games with everyone in costume, trying to keep their outfits together and still play decently. There is a field-side game show to occupy us in the downtime, all meticulously planned for maximum fun and price-guessing opportunities. We play some more, with no-one stressing about the results and everyone just having the best time. We take a tournament photo, with some costumes in a state of disarray. We shower and get ready for dinner at another new house. We eat barbecue for dinner, and I have the best kimchi jjigae I’ve ever had. We head to the party, marveling at people’s new costumes for the evening. We party, Kris and I feeling a little out of the loop with the strong party and costume game in the club. We go home, arguing that the costume contest was a sham and some people are the worst.
On Sunday morning, we prepare to play goaltimate on a beach. We play, with everyone a little less energetic than the day before. We hang out, and are surprised by a visit from a long-travelling friend’s sudden return. We eat a late lunch, the best fish and chips on the island for Kris, and a solid burger for me. We spend some time with friends while waiting for our transport, teaching them rugby as we watch South Africa win their world cup semi-final. We travel back home, a short flight and subway away. Catsby yells at us, his way of saying he misses us. We go to sleep, determined to to return to our friends on Jeju soon. I vow to write a blog post. I procrastinate.
Life is little but the same cycles repeating, with joy in the wrinkles of variation.
