this weekend was 1.long 2.a blast 3.exhausting
i got invited to go with the marietta college ultimate frisbee team to a tournament they were going to up in miami as an alternate. at first i wasn't interested, cuz i'm lazy like that and i had to work sunday morning, but then kevin said that they didn't have any other subs going. he also mentioned that there might be some partying involved. frisbee AND partying you say? i was hooked.
so i did some schedule juggling with a girl at work and got sunday morning off so i could stay up there with the gang. i packed up a quickie overnight bag, met them in marietta at 11...pm that is. it was a great night for a roadtrip, 70 degrees, a warm wind, clean air, someone brought special brownies :) and i had some new discs in my carrying cases...k, i wake up and it's snowing. fucking snowing!
so we get to kevin's bro's place and set about camping down. he has a nice place, the zoolander poster helped a lot. i bout froze to death that night as i did not have a blanket and there was no heat. blargh.
i was practically beside myself with joy when the time to get up rolled around cuz i could finally get up and start moving.
so we get to the field, and mind you our van has a flower on the front of it, pile out and everyone is of course staring at us. because no hippies play at the sport level apparently. it's all fags in athletic shorts and spandex and headbands made out of shirt sleeves. they run drills and do sprints and use terms like "huck" and "pull"
bowling green was our first opponent and two things happened int his game. the first was that i slipped on the wet ground trying to get a frisbee over my head and landed hard on my left arm. i couldn't feel it for a while, then the feeling came back, and it brought it's friend "massive amounts of pain". the second thing to happen in this game was our humiliating defeat, the first of many.
we played miami's team next, they were a bunch of jerks. we know we suck ok? they knew we sucked, it was obvious. there's no reason to treat us like absolute shit because of it. i'd like to invite them down to pburg and throw them a blanket party or something. if you don't know what a blanket party is, go back and watch Full Metal Jacket again. and if you haven't watched it yet, go hit yourself in the face.
xavier's team was last, and this was the game we should have won, but we just couldn't get it together. the massive amounts of wind didn't help either. so we lost all 3 games. whatever.
we went to eat after that, up on the only business area in that little crappy town. me and kitson ate at a place called the great steak and potato co. and damn did it live up to it's name. they made huge subs with grilled steak. i was in heaven. greasy fat heaven. after eating we went to a place called Hemptations which is pretty much just an overpriced hippy store that sells hemp in huge ass bails. ellis bought one and he's really good at making jewlery as he did it all weekend. he made a belt *nods*
that night we watched jay and silent bob strike back while me and dan drank the guiness that one of the guys who lived there got us. :)i also picked up Nemo his very own pouch, so i hope he feels special now.
the next morning kevin's dad bought us all breakfast. kevin's family is hilarious and his mom is hot. hi kevin!
oh, in other news my bank is still bending me over the proverbial table. down with capitalism and consumerism and isms in general. fuck em
