Geneva Gibber

We have a three day weekend this week, apparently Monday is the Pentecost, Hallelujah! The original plan was to go to a Nimes, France to partake in their Pentecost Festival, complete with bull fights, sangria, and tapas. (I know, it sounds like Spain, but apparently the Nimeians realized how much cooler the Spanish are than the French and decided to hijack a little bit of the superior Spanish culture). I was excited to go until something better and much cheaper came my way. Rather fortuitously, I couldn't leave the office at lunch yesterday to buy my train ticket. Later in the afternoon, the captain of Geneva's frisbee team, the Wizards, sent me an email inviting me to play with the team this weekend at the tournament they host. I don't have to pay the player's fee, and the schedule for the tournament looks great. I get three solid days of frisbee, lots of food and drinks at the three parties they host, and I'll have the chance to meet lots of crazy European hippies. How could I pass that up. So France some other weekend, frisbee this weekend. Only downside to all of this is that I haven't played in a month, so I'm insanely out of shape. Walking on Tuesday might be difficult.