Hello again infidels! It’s your favourite blogger here posting again over such a tremendous period of time that even Meeli complained already. So this time I’m going to post in English for a very simple reason, which is, that this way, everybody who was at the event could understand it. Well I’m going to start off with the previous weekend, when the event, Tallinn Open 2008, which me and Kari organised, took place.
Well, what can I say, it came out quite nicely, so to say. The first people who arrived were the Romanians and they decided to do it on Wednesday and then came the Lithuanians and finally, everybody else, including our favourite people in Central Europe – the Austrians, with whom me and Kari had hung out in Rome in November. So basically, the first thing we did with the Austrians, we took them shopping, during which I misunderstood Sonja. She said she wanted to buy tights (you know the stocking like things) and I thought she wanted the kind that professional wrestlers wear. Also, Robert needed a T-shirt, as some cans of beer had exploded in his suitcase and most of his clothes were ruined. Then me and Karl took them eating and during the dinner we managed to explain that we feel the same way about russians as they do with Turks and after the dinner we went to enjoy a nice beer on Harju Hill.
The evening for me was full of organising and meetings, up to 8 o’clock, when we all headed towards a pub, The Lost Continent to be precise in which we had quite a bit of fun, especially when we taught all of them stupid things to say in Estonian. The highlights were “Minu noku nimi on väike Toomas” and “Üks voor nussi palun” not to talk about the sentence the Austrians had already memorised in Rome: “Tere! Sul on ilusad rinnad. Mul on vaba öhtu (that’s how they pronounced it) , kas sa magaksid minuga”. To be honest, I hadn’t laughed so much in a very long time. Well, the evening ended with Kari chasing Constantin, when Karl taught Constantin to say something about Kari’s family.
“Tere! Sul on ilusad rinnad. Mul on vaba öhtu, kas sa mogaksid minuga?”
The next morning started on a high, though I had slept only some 4 hours during the last 3 days, which meant that I was running solely on Red Bull. We started with back-to-back wins against Pixi and some Romanian team after which we had kind of a slump. We lost to suchany Slovakia and the best part of it was that I held the worst speech of my life in front of a judge, who later turned out to be Tajo’s sister (to those, who don’t know, Tajo is the person responsible for putting together a team for the world championships), so it was quite devastating to me, but it could still get worse and actually it did as we also lost the next round and here’s the kicker, we lost it to the Austrians, who hadn’t ever debated before coming to Tallinn. So we ended the day on a sad note and thought of withdrawing from the competition.
The party was okay, I suppose, but it seemed, that most of the people were quite tired and didn’t fancy socialising that much, although Jaanus, our chief adjudicator tried to get them going. I tried to talk a very pretty Slovak girl into staying, but she had quite a dominating male team-mate, who forced her to leave. So by some 12:30 I was sitting alone with Karl and Martin in the sitting area and having a cold one. I was enjoying myself: the music, the beverage, the peace
– it was just so me.
Well the last day started out quite nicely, no hangover whatsoever, but in 15 minutes or so, Joonatan called and said that he was quite ill and couldn’t make it to the final day. Well first of all, we couldn’t do nothing but silently accept his story as he had got out of the hospital just on Friday. Secondly, I found it pretty ironic, that after the thoughts of the previous night this sort of thing would force us to abandon the competition, but there was no other way.
The incident with Joonatan meant that me and Marie went on to become judges and during the final preliminary round we were privileged to hear a debate with awful English and awful content. Then came the quarters, into which Arroganto go instead of Invicta and then the semis. During the last rounds the tiredness was really getting a hold on me and mainly due to this, even though I managed to get to the Town Hall, I slept through the final, which was won by the Logical Oxymoron by the way.
I ended up with a sauna cap and an extremely stilish debating society bag and so did Kari. We got awsome diplomas, WHICH THANKED US FOR HELPING THE SOCIETY ORGANISE THE EVENT. Well, in my defence, it sounded worse in Estonian, but never mind. A sence of happiness came over us: we had done it, the event that cost us oh so many nervecells and now it was my time to rest. I went home, fell on my bed and slept some 14 hours in a row, thus missing the last night out with the Austrians, but oh well, Läll was with them and from what I’ve heard, they really liked him.
The next morning I went to see the Austrians off, giving them a bottle of Laua Viin to take with them to Austria. It was really really really nice seeing old pals and I promise, it won’t be the last time – me, Kari and Läll are certainly going to go to Austria sometime.
Well this was about it with the tournament. Except for the fact that the romanians managed to turn the hostel upside down, vomit everywhere (including on the pillow-cases) and take the sheets with them. Well done, this certainly shows the level of you, if not even your country, which I so avidly protected in the first few days.
Sooo… the next thing for me and Invicta is the 3rd round of the debating championships and as we found out, there is quite a good chance for us to get the title, as we currently hold a quarter final spot. So we’re preparing and it’s going quite nicely. The case is going to be miraculous.
The disturbing fact is that me, Kari and Joonatan are going to go to Helsinki the day after the championships and thus we’re going to miss some lessons. That is bad, if not to say oh so bad.
Well, I’ll promise to start writing more frequently again, until then, take care
Hn.
“ Kindluse mõttes, usaldades reeglit – seltsis segasem – sai siis ka Meeli ja Läll kutsutud. Paha idee. Mitte ilmtingimata sellepärast, et nad oleks halb seltskond (mida ma muidugi ei välista, mäletad küll Läll 
) vaid sellepärast, et nad osutusid segavaks faktoriks. No ilmselt ma otsin siiski ainult vabandusi.
No, ega aru saamine ei olegi iga mehe jaoks, too bad.
Ta on peale selle ka liiklushuligaan. Ta sõidab umbes 250ga
