So, what had happened yesterday and why was I so dead tired?
The main pulley placed on top of the pyramid was broken, so, who did they put up there to hold the rope? Me, while my slaves where hanging out drinking coffee and smoking shisha.
Not only I'm the boss and I should be entitled to privileges, I'm also an old lady who should stay home knitting and taking care of her arthritis.
I'm really not happy about all this.
However, for everybody else it was a good day. Lots of white cards, only 1 black out. It was silver guy, who is obviously gay, so I let Dean to catch him. I'm only rescuing the hot single hetero ones, as everybody know already.
Day 2 is always my favorite day, since it's CWT, and everybody show off their most expensive giant monoflippers, and you look at them in the water and you are all impressed, and you think "wow, this guy looks so professional", until the moment when they start their dive, with the most appalling, inefficient, useless duck dive that even my 2 star students manage to do better.
So we did have a good time commenting on the worst ones (French Marc was probably the champion), while we were trying to protect camera and operator from drowning in the splashes. Marc will win a coupon for a "duck diving workshop" with Freedive Dahab.
I have to admit that I've seen a few perfect ones, which I found very surprising, since I've been to a large number of comps, and I know that perfect duck dives are as rare as rich hot single men.
However, sorry for the continuous distractions, I really try to do some serious journalism here, but my attention span must be very short, since I keep getting distracted with irrelevant details.
Deepest dive was 90, and guess who did it. Yeah, him again.
Second deepest announcement was Roman who didn't make it.
Then there was Polish Matt with a nice 80 (polish record).
You see him here before his OT, and I want you to notice his noseclip. He obviously added some neoprene as padding, but didn't cut it round to fit the shape of the plastic. Now, I know that eastern Europeans are not so big on fashion, and they have other problems than looking funky, but since we care about the image of our competition, tonight at the ceremony (and he doesn't know yet) he will win scissor as a special prize.
Then there was my pupil Marek with a 76 m, which I agree was a bit of a pussy announcement but he needs to find his motivation back before we push him to more respectable depths.
But hey, he did it in a record time of 1.52, which is pretty fast. On the other hand if you are Czech and want to do a freediving record, you got to do like that Austrian guy and come up with your own creative stuff, otherwise you're fucked.
Gordon did also a Serbian record with a 70 m dive. And Alon did a Israeli record with 65m, after which he had a disco break with all his buddies.
Stuart turned early, and so did Mike (just for a change), and they both got the chicken badge.
John didn't do any record, and didn't even find a tag on the bottom (while witnesses swear there were 2 down there), which cost him lots of abuse. He got even more abuse for his ridiculous monofin, for which he will win a prize.
Actually i shouldn't be to evil with him, since the poor guy in a moment of confusion, promised to marry me. We'll get married tonight a the party so we don't have to spend money in a wedding party, which is a pretty smart idea of mine. now the only problem is that he's not rich (hence the lack of proper wedding), but he's promised me he will be rich in one year time. If not he will refund me for the loss of 12 months husband hunting (and when you hit my age 12 months are very precious).
Plus he seems to be a good housekeeper, and he's a perfect babysitter for little Lua (my puppy), which will make me save some money in salaries. I can probably even convince him to work for free as a office slave, since Sleif the slave will leave this winter.
Oh, i almost forgot to say that we had 2 national records also for the women: Wendy with a nice 60 m (finally!!!), and Betti, with a 53 m.
Apart from the diving, lot of sluttiness was going on again on the opposite platform.
and more
and more
I still wasn't sure what was going on over there, but I can tell you that everybody goes there and flash their boobs at Erika. Is she giving them chocolate or what?
So I couldn't resist and i went there and very casually I flashed my boobs to see what happened. So Erika's assistant put some lube-looking substance on my boob (and I thought, OMG, something really dodgy is gonna happen) and then she POKED me with a metal stick that had a wire connected to her headphones. And she said she could hear my feelings, which obviously was a big fat lie because it's notorious that I don't have feelings.
So I gave her the "piss off" badge.
But then she confessed that she was just listening for bubbles to which I didn't say anything, but I thought: didn't she realize that we're not bubblemaking here, and that she's hanging out with the wrong people?
But somebody explained to me later on that we can also have bubbles in our body from just freediving, and that no, it's not because you farted in your suit. And that you can hear these little bubbles with something called doping or topping, or dumpling or maybe doppler thing but now I cannot remember.
However, that was all for yesterday, and now i should write today report, but unfortunately the party started and i have to run. I'll have time to write more tomorrow, while trying to survive the hangover.
But of course you find all the results here below.
and here the overall results for the men
and the women (Lotta got back to her senses and finally fixed it).
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