KatieTheKat

Last weekend after work I ran to the train station to arrive at the airport in time for my evening flight to Melbourne. I was flying on JetStar, the airline with no assigned seating. I had read reviews saying that boarding was chaotic, but things turned out to be really quite civilized. Though I was nearing the back of the plane, I was able to get a window seat, which is all that I desired. As it so happened, the two girls who happened to sit down next to me started to talk about frisbee and I discovered that they were headed for the same seemingly infamous tourney as I.

When we left Sydney, we saw forks of lightning out the plane's windows. When we arrived in Melbourne, the rain was minimal. When we began a round of ultrastar disc golf, the sky fell down on us in a torrential downpour. One throw was completed before the game was called off. I got a ride with a couple of guys to the hostel I was staying at and we nearly had a rather close encounter with a tram stop due to the lack of visibility.

Saturday morning...
[sorry.. this is an old post that was in progress and never completed.. let me see if I can recall what I was talking about. PS I am now in Hobart with my mom, about to head off on a ~5 day backpacking trip here in Tassie! Anyhow, back to the hat for a moment..]
Saturday morning. I don't know where I was going with that. Probably I was going to talk about the weather. Even though it's such a stereotypically boring subject and I try to avoid it, somehow it always comes back to the weather. Please excuse my rambling.. I have a bit of a cold and am rather sleepy and don't feel capable of any serious thought. Lucky for you, I think my mom is sending me a post shortly which might be more coherent. The weather. Well I will just do away with the suspense and tell you that it turned out to be a gorgeous weekend, despite the gloomy friday. So that's that.

As for the ultimate, it was fun. My team (which sadly was selected by a computer program and not drawn out of a hat at all) went through a number of name changes. First we were "Team 10" then we were "Team 9" for reasons I still cannot comprehend. Then we were just about every possible permutation of "daisy chain cutters" until we finally settled on "Daisy Cutters" towards the end of the day.

I learned some new frisbee games from the Ozzies and also found out that the ones I talked to had never heard of "wickets" "rickets"? ack I can't remmeber what it's called! but anyhow, that game. The most interesting one I learned at the hat was called.. oh man I can't remember what that was called now either. It involved 2+ frisbees, as many people as you wanted, and was sort of a combination of tag, ultimate, box, and football. I'll remember the name eventually.

For some reason I was chosen to represent my team in the limbo competition which took place at the 70's-themed party on saturday night. Needless to say, I brought the team very little glory.

Ok. That's it. Time for a nap or something. Until.. later.