Hi again, all of you who have bothered to tune in on my blog again, it’s once again time to write, this time about the weekend and a bit about something else perhaps.
But first of all there is a question, one that Ott asked me yesterday: why on god’s green earth do I blog? There are many good reasons to be honest. First of all it makes me cool and popular or even if it doesn’t it still gives me a chance to slander all the other folks you guys know. Then there’s the point that I sometimes have an excessive amount of time and don’t actually know what to do with it, as strange as it may seem. The past few days, since I got back from Tartu, I have done literally nothing. There hasn’t been a person around and I’ve just slept. What a waste it seems in retrospect, but oh well, no-one, and by that I mean absolutely everybody, has taken my call for the last few days. Mike has his cell stuck to his bag for some strange reason and I don’t really know what all the others have been up to. Nevertheless, there are still some more advantages to blogging. A big pro is the fact that I can write the text in metaphors and pretend it talks about something it doesn’t and then hold my breath and hope that the people, who are meant to understand it or be left in the darkness, actually fulfil their role in the process. And perhaps the last and also the most important reason in blogging is the fact that when things turn sour, it is always nice to look back on the sunnier times. 
The weekend was quite simply amazing: the drive to Tartu, the debate, the topics, the party, the day after, the ride home. It was everything the same tournament wasn’t last year, because as most of you know, the previous one ended with a great disaster, but yeah, this year was all good. It was fun to drive to Tartu, in Tõnis’ car, which was meant to accommodate a person, but instead we forced it to hold five. It was indeed great fun arguing with Tõnis over some very trivial things.
By the time we got to the meeting spot on Toomemägi, we were already a bit late. The first thing I saw was a bunch of people, then Meeli and then came Karl, who was broken and not simply broken, but “Hannes from last year’s võss”-broken. During the day he became more sober, or in that matter, more drunk… well he certainly wasn’t broken anymore. The topics were extremely nice: “Estonia should invade Latvia”; “Beijing should be boycotted” and finally “TEC is better than TTG”. Of these debates we won unfortunately only one, the last one. But we gave the opponents a hell of a battle in every round. In the end we were the first team in terms of speaker points, and here’s the best part: I was the number one speaker by a wide margin.
The party was very cool, lots of alcohol, lots of great people and lots of nice activities. Activities included swimming, sunbathing, drinking, joking etc. It was quite simply the best gathering of people I’ve been to in months. After we finished by the river, we headed towards Siim’s place, but we never actually stayed there, because we had agreed on going to Tõrvandi and the bus was about to leave. Tõrvandi was also chill, a great Sauna, some rum-coke and nice company – it was kind of my version of heaven, sort of.
The next day was also brilliant. Me, Meeli and Suido just sat on some grass and did nothing. It reminded me, how good it is to do that sometimes. Just forget the things that might be bothering you, forget everything that might scare you later. Just enjoy the moment and quite honestly I did it with all my heart.
The bus-ride home was also a joy to behold. It was not the usual bad bus-ride, it wasn’t the ufo-bus- but time still flew by because of all the things we made up to pass the time, the music, the guessing game (come on – Winnie the Pooh). It was really legendary and I hope that I will experience that again and not only the bus ride, the whole weekend.
Hn.
Probleem ilmselt ei olegi niiväga minu Martin-Ott võrdluses, vaid hoopis väga lihtsas
