> Well, I didn't think I was going to be able to go to the RinkUnion this year, but through the magic of this thing called a "telephone", I have already been.
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> It was everything I expected and more.
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> For those who don't know, the RinkUnion is very loud and has rather poor reception. Everyone is late showing up for everything, and people's voices are very different from what you expected. For example, the eight people who said "hi" to me when I first got called all sound exactly the same -- exactly like eight people all saying "hi" at once.
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Everyone was pretty much how I expected them to be, but I didn't have preconceptions of their voices, except of course those I had heard before.

And we were so not late for Saturday night's thing. We were like twenty or thirty minutes early. So there.

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> I found out that everyone is tormenting Sam by throwing pennies on the ground for him to pick up, because he has an obsessive-compulsive disorder that requires him to pick up every penny he sees. Everyone there is evil and intentionally brought lots of pennies in order to exploit Sam's handicap for their own amusement. SHAME ON YOU ALL. Then I started thinking about how if I had gone, I could have brought my giant bottle full of CANADIAN pennies, which would have been even more evil, because Canadian pennies are only good for holding up wobbly table legs. But then I realized that if I was there, I would be keeping my pennies and trying to grab all the American pennies everyone else was throwing around, because if I got enough American pennies, I'd be rich when I came back to Canada.
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Not much seemed to happen with it -- whenever I was watching he'd walk right on by them (well, not counting the one obvious time). But I think I heard that he did pick up at least one. So maybe I was just not around when interesting things happened.

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> Don "This message sponsored by Ria, who paid for the phone call" Monkey