So been thinking a lot lately about the excellence of life. Or rather, the excellence its potential holds.
Recently things have been going well. Scary well. Trip to Dublin was fantastic. While the professors could use some work, classes are fine. Finally announcing the "surprise" on Tuesday. Flying to New York on Thursday with three friends for the Aspen Foundation Case Competition's finals -- case is focused on how a Chinese manufacturer of solar panels should expand into the US market. Going to surprise the parents by showing up on Block Island Saturday night. Hopefully will renew driver's license in Boston on Monday and then be able to rent a scooter for the remainder of the term.
Then back to Vienna, Prague and Berlin for Spring Break. Going to Moldova in a few weeks. Internship with BT this summer in London should be interesting. As will be living with two Portuguese beauties Ana and Sofia. And Dobres. Especially Dobres.
Six days.
Anyway, yesterday Yuri, Thomas and Carl threw a massive barbeque on their huge patio in Eixample. The day before decided I wanted a boat for this event. Filled with ice. To put my beer into. But off the top of my head I couldn't think of anyone I knew with boat access. So Adnan and I took his scooter to Diagonal (yeah yeah, Decathlon), where Adnan found a kiddie pool he said I should use instead. Which I said was dumb, because a kiddie pool is clearly not a boat. So instead I found a boat. Which I bought.
So I buy the boat and we play micro table tennis for an hour, where Adnan kicks a little kid's ass and mine, then we drive the boat over to Carl, Yuri and Thomas's place. Which was locked because they weren't home.
You're just a dick, man.
Determined to leave the boat there without it getting stolen, I try hiding it under their doormat, which ends up being too small to hide a boat. Adnan thought this was dumb, but you have to try these things. We ended up taking the elevator up to the eighth floor, where I climbed two walls and threw the boat off the roof onto the guys' terrace, which made a pleasant four seconds of silence followed by a large slam.
The best part was later BBMing them with "Man, I wish I had a boat!", to which they replied "Don't worry about it, someone left one here." To "Really? How do you think a boat got there?!" they replied "Don't know, magical things happen on our terrace."
Guys, the barbeque on your terrace was magical. Many thanks for such a great day.
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