Dizzy

My liver does NOT love me. I think it used to love me, but it stopped loving me sometime between last night and this morning. Yesterday was orthodox easter and as it can be expected, we had to sit through a six course meal: appetizers (painted eggs, cheese, lamb pudding, eggplant salad), lamb soup, fish steak, lamb steak and dessert. As you can see, lamb is the main character here. And of course, the lamb dishes are not light, because lamb by definition is not a light meat. Jolly good cause I hate lamb. "Mary had a wittle lamb, wittle lamb, wittle lamb ..." anyone? I was fairly full after the appetizers so I just nibbled nibbled on the rest.

Anyhow, I called it quits after 5 hours and the fish steak because I really had to get to school to grade some assignments. The company was good to some extent with a lot of new people at the table which gave me the opportunity to thoroughly analyze and classify everybody (yes, that's what I do when i stare at you!, yes YOU!) It also gave me a whiff of home where sitting at a table for 5 hours on a visit and drinking vodka and beer and wine is normal. And then there were the characters. The "I'm-trained-in-eating-so-much-cheshire-cat" which chewed determinedly through everything showing signs of fatigue (sweat on the upper lip) only at the 4th course, the skinny rooster whose main act was showing off his iphone (he literally paused for effect when he took it out to call a cab -- I wonder, are iPhones rare in romania?) and whose second act were the two bimbos that came with him and whom he patronized with the grace of a parent talking to a 3 year old.

So after I submitted my liver to the terror of sniffing lamb, and after the indigestion-induced nightmares, I had to go climb this morning (at 7:40 am). I wanted to do the route Doris, Looi and I set on Saturday but I had to call it quits after dropping from 3 to 4, from 6 to 7, from 9 to 10, and lastly on 21 to 22 (how on earth did I do that move on sat?!) on repeated tries, with every fall making me feel super super dizzy. Seriously, climbing in the morning is not my cup of coffee.