X: Party in a suitcase/Fest i en koffert
Suitcase Ball was the formal dance this semester for my campus college (Chisholm). Well over 100 people arrived in the “Eagle Bar” (uni bar), caught the tram to the city, eventually to wind up in “The British Crown” downtown. Dancing, music – including live bands -, finger food, candy, photographing, small and larger talks and socializing made this s a great night. Mabru’s dear Anko, also from the Maldives, is visiting and proved to be a great dude.The ticket buyers needed to put down a name of a potential travel partner, as a free interstate trip was drawn towards the end. It also brings meaning to the origin of the name of the ball. I had put Darshini down, which lead to us arriving together, leaving together and wearing matching outfits.
A thought I had confirmed today, was that one is never so alone like the times you are by your self in a social setting. It seemed as if a few souls out there had the blues, coming and going alone. I felt like go talk to someone, but didn’t act on my intuition – which now makes me feel bad somehow. For all I know, I could be interpreting their well-being wrongly.
Personally, I was not fully fit physically (, but had a great time). I haven’t quite been myself lately, which I experienced during my jog last night. As I result, I did not attend any after parties, also because of my volleyball game tomorrow.
My doctor called me at 6:45pm, imagine those working hours, and gave me green light for playing tomorrow – if I was careful. My coach told me I had to play – even if it meant I had to kick the ball.
A decently efficient day of writing was succeeded with soccer practice for Chisholm. The starting 11 will most likely roll over the competing colleges; Menzies and Glenn next Sunday. I was kicked above my shin pads, and stepped hard on my big toe. This is the first time I have had a bruise in I don’t know how long. It’s more of a curiosity than painful.
Pictures will be available soon.
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Suitcase ball var dette semesterets formelle dans for mitt residenskompleks. Godt over 100 mennesker troppet opp i ”ørnebaren” (universitets bar heter Eagle Bar), tok så trikken til byen, for til slutt å ende opp i et lokale downtown. Mye dans, musikk, småretter, godterier, billedtaking, prat og sosialt samvær. En flott kveld med bra underholdning. Mabrus kjære fra Maldivene, Anko, er på besøk og viste seg som en flott type. Ettersom det ble trukket et par som fikk en reise innad i Australia, derav navnet koffert dans, måtte billettkjøperne føre opp en reispartner. Min ble Darshini, som førte til at vi kom sammen, dro sammen og bar lignende antrekk.
En tanke som jeg fikk konstatert i dag, er at man er aldri så alene som midt i et sosialt lag - for seg selv. Det virket som et par sjeler ikke koste seg for mye der de troppet opp og dro uten følge. Jeg følte litt for å slå av en prat med noen av dem, men gjorde ikke noe av tankene.
På min side, var jeg likevel ikke helt i fysisk slag, men hadde det gøy. Jeg har ikke vaert helt meg selv de siste dagene, som jeg blant annet opplevde under en joggetur i går kveld. Men noe etterfest ble det ikke, da volleyballkamp venter i morgen.
Min lege ringte meg i 18:45 da jeg var på tur ut. Jeg fikk beskjed om at det var greit å spille, om jeg ikke tok for hardt i. Og treneren min, John, sa at pga mannskapsmangel må jeg stille selv om det betyr at jeg må sparke ballen.
En passelig effektiv skrivedag, ble avløst med fotballtrening for Chisholm. Det er et skikkelig mannskap som skal ha målkalas med Glenn og Menzies (de to andre ”studentcollegene”) om litt over en uke. Jeg fikk meg en trykk på leggen og en blå tå - som er første gangen på aldri så lenge jeg har fått blåmerke.
Bilder vil snart være tilgjengelig.
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