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tell me again why I agreed to this
(Actually, I know exactly why, so never mind. I further suspect I am not the only one.)
It is the middle of August. Except for the fact that I haven't sent out a flier, I'm not actually all that far behind on planning the Inaugural. I don't have a house manager or (more crucially) a drawmaster yet, but an awful lot of people I've been e-mailing have been slow to get back to me -- the thing about everybody in this town being on vacation all at the same time, I guess. Whatever, I know rationally that it will all be fine.
The important things are, in descending order of importance, curling and eating/drinking. In curling, it's good ice and a good draw. In eating/drinking, it's good (and plentiful) food and a well-stocked bar. If I have all of this, it counts as being a good event. But! Apparently there was a stretch (note: while I was away, heh) where all we had at our spiels was curling, and the idea is that this should be remedied before we get a reputation for boring bonspiels. On the other hand, anything that eats into ice time and/or requires everyone in the warm room to shut up and pay attention to something they might have trouble seeing or hearing can frustrate people who'd rather hang out with their fellow curlers. Plus, it's expensive to bring in a music or comedy act or whatever (that some non-zero number of people aren't going to notice or care about). It's even more expensive to bring in a DJ, and besides we don't have room for a dance floor. In short: the entertainment question is a big vicious circle. It just goes round and round, which is (as we all know) what makes it vicious.
And I'm fretting to the point where I'm losing sleep. Last night I had a dream in which the floor of the warm room was swarming with fire ants. Then someone came in from the ice shed and the things retreated, like grease floating on water when you touch the surface with a drop of soap. We used a vacuum cleaner on reverse (or something like that) to blow the fire ants out the door, where they stayed and did not come back in. This may also have to do with the fact that I got a note yesterday that exterminators are coming to my apartment tomorrow? But in the dream it was very clearly our warm room, and the dream was about Inaugural-related anxiety.
In happier news, though, it turns out that I have in fact transcribed all my focus groups through the month of May. I thought there was one more, but there's no recording of it -- I had it listed wrong on my progress sheet taped to the wall.
It is the middle of August. Except for the fact that I haven't sent out a flier, I'm not actually all that far behind on planning the Inaugural. I don't have a house manager or (more crucially) a drawmaster yet, but an awful lot of people I've been e-mailing have been slow to get back to me -- the thing about everybody in this town being on vacation all at the same time, I guess. Whatever, I know rationally that it will all be fine.
The important things are, in descending order of importance, curling and eating/drinking. In curling, it's good ice and a good draw. In eating/drinking, it's good (and plentiful) food and a well-stocked bar. If I have all of this, it counts as being a good event. But! Apparently there was a stretch (note: while I was away, heh) where all we had at our spiels was curling, and the idea is that this should be remedied before we get a reputation for boring bonspiels. On the other hand, anything that eats into ice time and/or requires everyone in the warm room to shut up and pay attention to something they might have trouble seeing or hearing can frustrate people who'd rather hang out with their fellow curlers. Plus, it's expensive to bring in a music or comedy act or whatever (that some non-zero number of people aren't going to notice or care about). It's even more expensive to bring in a DJ, and besides we don't have room for a dance floor. In short: the entertainment question is a big vicious circle. It just goes round and round, which is (as we all know) what makes it vicious.
And I'm fretting to the point where I'm losing sleep. Last night I had a dream in which the floor of the warm room was swarming with fire ants. Then someone came in from the ice shed and the things retreated, like grease floating on water when you touch the surface with a drop of soap. We used a vacuum cleaner on reverse (or something like that) to blow the fire ants out the door, where they stayed and did not come back in. This may also have to do with the fact that I got a note yesterday that exterminators are coming to my apartment tomorrow? But in the dream it was very clearly our warm room, and the dream was about Inaugural-related anxiety.
In happier news, though, it turns out that I have in fact transcribed all my focus groups through the month of May. I thought there was one more, but there's no recording of it -- I had it listed wrong on my progress sheet taped to the wall.