Christmas Eve was nice- nothing unusual, nice presents and some carols and some Foie Gras. Gerold gave his annual speech which, true to form, included references to Austrian/Korean philosophers (obviously-wouldn't be Christmas without them), and a highly modest rumination about how he was unworthy of making Christmas speeches and perhaps in the years following other people should do it. Best part of the night though was when our resident royal got up to make an announcement about the race and how sincerely important this was- a cross between the great Oxford/Cambridge cricket match of 1903; and the battle of Gallipoli- doomed, yes, perhaps, but darn good theater; you know?
It was great. Really rallied the troops- as much as you can rally people who are dying to get back to the Merlot.
Harumi is trying to get me to push longer in the turn-feeeeel the slope longer when conditions are bad; but she is happy with "flederick".
So onward- the race will take place on the 29th, at 14:30 lech time against the Schneiders of the Arlberg hotel. Afterwards there will be a party, and the winner awarded this absolutely huge cup that Mrs. S had made last year. Fastest person, from winning or losing hotel will be awarded a laurel wreath that when worn in the opposing hotel will entitle him/her to free drinks.
Frederick wanted to know if this was transferable; if the winner could buy drinks for his friends with the wreath. It seems, no.
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| On an outing with Harumi first days |
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| F with one of his favorite presents |
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| T on Xmas eve |
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| Our inspiration: how low we are supposed to be.... |
