Tonight was our annual staff dinner. The one where we celebrate the folks who are leaving ICSV and I cry. I’ll post more on this tomorrow because it’s late here. However, I though you might enjoy the opening to memory video we did. It kind of sums up our feelings.
So, yeah, this is a new one. In case you’re having trouble reading it, that stamp does in fact say “Missent to HO CHI MINH CITY.”
People have mistaken Vienna for Venice and Austria for Australia, but I don’t know that anyone’s ever mistaken Vienna for Vietnam. Sure, they have plenty in common. They both start with ‘V’. They both, um, have, um, you know, um people?
Yeah, so not much in common it turns out. In the US Post Office’s defense, the sender did neglect to write Austria in as the country. I’m not sure it’s that great a defense, though.
In any case, I’m glad this Christmas letter’s incredible journey ended in our mailbox.
Touch Mugs and Keep it Clean
National Anthem
No, Sarah Palin wasn’t invited. In fact, this tea party had nothing to do with politics. This tea party actually involved tea, believe it or not.
In one corner, a 50-some year old British man who spent his life in the land of afternoon teas. For years, he perfected the craft of tea consumption.
In the other corner, a 30-some year old American who has only in the past 10 years developed a passion for tea-drinking. A late-comer and clear underdog in this contest.
After an impromptu singing of our respective anthems, the tea drinking began. And let me tell you, there’s nothing like racing to see who can drink a scalding hot beverage the fastest.
We were neck and neck most of the evening, but I surged ahead to take the lead and clinch the victory for Americans everywhere, 8 cups to 7.
With a scalded tongue and a full bladder, I raised my arms in victory to chants of, “USA! USA!”
Later that night, I realized the consequences a drinking over a gallon (4+ liters) of hot tea. Kidneys working overtime to send me to the bathroom every 15 minutes until 3 am.
Mr. Tea Oversees the Carnage
The Conciliatory Handshake
I went to Vapiano last night with some of last year’s seniors. One of whom pointed out that I was on the menu.
“Look it’s Mista Klein!”
I don’t know what it says about me that the actual menu item is a small salad with cherry tomatoes and carrots, but I’m just glad to be on the menu.
So one of my classes was getting tired of the old Stroodle banner(above), and decided to come up with a new one in the 20 minutes they had at the end of class one day.
For those of you(probably all of you) who need definitions:
