I had a fantastic weekend at Get Ho, Get Lei'd, a frisbee tournament in Middlebury, VT. My team was a combination of University of Chicago alums, players from Six Trained Monkeys, and my fellow Oberlin alums. One of the excellent people I met wrote this brief and informative post about the tournament and our team. My one wish is that Joe could have been there. I got home very tired Sunday night and staggered through Monday. When I got home from work, I began the task of packing. It's amazing the stuff you find when you go through the accumulated detritus of your life. I finally said a requiem for my Airwalks, which I've had since sixth grade. Saying goodbye to those shoes really did give me a pause.
Today I took in my Altima to the shop to have her checked over for the trip. She came back with a clean bill of health, which made me very happy, since my trip to the repairman cost less than $40. I also finished up my blog research at work, with some great thoughts on how Web 2.0 and the sustainability revolution are related. I hope to work out those thoughts for a mini-essay soon.
Tuesday night here in Brattleboro means Frisbee and two dollar bowling. We had sixes at Frisbee, and after this weekend I was psyched to run around and play a pretty hardcore game. At the tournament I realized a) just how much my game has suffered from not having a team, b) how excited I am at the prospect of having a real, drill-running team in Eugene, and c) how capable I could be of getting back into the swing of things Frisbee-wise. So I kept my energy level up for pickup, and it was totally worth it, even though my compatriots weren't at the same energy level. It's pretty fulfilling to be running around and actually sprinting, a feeling you can sometimes forget when you're only going to pickup games.
Coming in to the bowling alley, covered in dirt, I was pleased to see a whole lot of fun folks there. I ended up bowling pretty poorly tonight (somewhere in the neighborhood of 115), and only got one game because there were so many people to meet and greet. Still had a good time, though, and managed to arrange a casual soiree tomorrow afternoon to help drink the growler of ESB that I brought back from the Otter Creek Brewing company this weekend.
One last thought - several people told me tonight how much they'd miss me. It's lovely and horrible to hear those words. It made me feel as great as the week that five people independently just picked me up off the ground to give me hugs, and as sad as I've ever been to leave a place. It's slowly sinking in that I'm really going.