singles awareness day wrap up...
Wait, wait Brian. I think the only reason that we die is because we accept it. - Stewie Griffin
so true, Stewie. so true.
hot routes:
gonna get a digicam soon, about a year old Samsung, from my girl Janet. rock on, indeed.
Dick Cheney shot a hunting buddy. please, insert jokes in the comments. I'm already in enough trouble with the feds.
England is banning smoking in pubs. WTF, mate?
so this thursday-sunday was fucking amazing.
went to the 'Boro thursday night to help the kids from GA win at GSU. made extremly good road time, hung out with the kids that night, had a prep/cram session that night, and they went out friday.
they fucking dominated.
they were all over the floor, coming back to me for advice sparingly, but getting it done on the floor like their lives depended on it.
it was strange, like right then my body got still like a paraplegic. I thought of Philler, and realized that is exactly how he must have felt when we were kicking ass and taking names. it was a strange feeling, I mean, it felt right. maybe this is my calling after all.
they kicked ass friday, went to the hotel that night, and had the strangest session with Lee and Laura, and some other kids from the GSU MUN team. we had some beers, helped her drunk assed roomates into bed, and then proceded to the local WaHo. There came the following exchange:
Lee: *after seeing 3 cops at the last three stop signs* man, twelve is thick down here!
Marx: bro, this shit's scary. i'm getting shaky just thinking about it.
Laura: come on guys, there's nothing to worry about. we'll get there, it'll all be cool.
*pulls into the WaHo, sees three cop cars in the parking lot*
Marx: this...this is the new bullshit.
Lee: yeah, yeah, that's the truth.
Marx: fuck it, let's eat.
i don't know, might have been funnier when we were there.
back to the hotel, saturday comes, the kids and I head to the school, they get finished with the GA Plen, and EVERYONE PICKED UP SOME SORT OF AWARD. FANDAMNTASTIC. it makes you feel really good to realize that you were a part of something big. Jon picked up best delegate in the WHO, the Ukrane, Finland, and Tunisia picked up second place finishes, and GA got fourth place overall.
that made me feel all warm and fuzzy.
outside of the building, however, a cold rain was falling. with wind. and overall misery.
and 2 hours from when the GSU MUN ended, I was to play the first game in the Blackrose rugby tournament.
well, that whole day was hell. cold, raining, windy, no ball feel, loss of feeling in my hands and feet, big hits. but I digress.
Blackrose at Southern is an experience.
think I played 5 games, made it to semis.
but the rugby is an afterthought.
there are two things that make Blackrose special for me:
one is the people. Pepe, JR, JP, and the Southern Kids, George, Pat, and the Exiles, Tupperware and the Bedrock Boyz, Farva and my VState guys, Bentley and the Augusta crew, the random hot girls that show up to watch, and the new people that I meet every year.
there's also the golden isles connection that occurs. at least one person on each squad is from the area, and we get together to take a picture every year to represent the GI. that picture is huge.
two is the massive party between saturday and sunday that we all throw.
words don't do it justice. let's try:
nakedness by both sexes
drinking
beats by the pound
fights
the random chance that you will walk into some sort of sexual act
drinking
rugby chants as loud as you possibly can
two girls squads fighting in the house in club gear
old men in drag
drinking
shooting the boot
one hell of a time.
there's also that whole "Bentley inadvertant cockblock of Farva" thing, but that's over and done now.
serously, that party was from 9 at night until 5 that morning. 250+ in that house at one time. bad ass.
crashed at JP's, woke up, ate lunch, drove home. fun times.
and it's not over.
then comes the VD.
Valentine's Day. Singles Awareness Day. Cupid's hunting season. Hallmark's best day. whatever.
I realize that this is a female holiday. This is why I'm a proponent of Steak and a Blowjob Day [March 14, mark your calendars, ladies]. but I digress.
I became part of the beast.
I delivered flowers.
all damn day.
I mean, 80 bucks for a dozen roses is harsh. yet and still, men bust out and pay huge amounts of cash for stuff that will be forgotten soon. it's for the simple reason that if they don't, they're fucked. nien.
never in my life had I have so many women hug me in one day.
go figure.
I don't have any qualms with the 14 of February, after all, it's done nothing to me.
but it makes you painfully aware of how alone you are.
Marx's friends have someone, or are too young to understand.
thus, after the all day delivery services, I'm home alone.
anyone want to be my Valentine? [pax. transend.]
so true, Stewie. so true.
hot routes:
gonna get a digicam soon, about a year old Samsung, from my girl Janet. rock on, indeed.
Dick Cheney shot a hunting buddy. please, insert jokes in the comments. I'm already in enough trouble with the feds.
England is banning smoking in pubs. WTF, mate?
so this thursday-sunday was fucking amazing.
went to the 'Boro thursday night to help the kids from GA win at GSU. made extremly good road time, hung out with the kids that night, had a prep/cram session that night, and they went out friday.
they fucking dominated.
they were all over the floor, coming back to me for advice sparingly, but getting it done on the floor like their lives depended on it.
it was strange, like right then my body got still like a paraplegic. I thought of Philler, and realized that is exactly how he must have felt when we were kicking ass and taking names. it was a strange feeling, I mean, it felt right. maybe this is my calling after all.
they kicked ass friday, went to the hotel that night, and had the strangest session with Lee and Laura, and some other kids from the GSU MUN team. we had some beers, helped her drunk assed roomates into bed, and then proceded to the local WaHo. There came the following exchange:
Lee: *after seeing 3 cops at the last three stop signs* man, twelve is thick down here!
Marx: bro, this shit's scary. i'm getting shaky just thinking about it.
Laura: come on guys, there's nothing to worry about. we'll get there, it'll all be cool.
*pulls into the WaHo, sees three cop cars in the parking lot*
Marx: this...this is the new bullshit.
Lee: yeah, yeah, that's the truth.
Marx: fuck it, let's eat.
i don't know, might have been funnier when we were there.
back to the hotel, saturday comes, the kids and I head to the school, they get finished with the GA Plen, and EVERYONE PICKED UP SOME SORT OF AWARD. FANDAMNTASTIC. it makes you feel really good to realize that you were a part of something big. Jon picked up best delegate in the WHO, the Ukrane, Finland, and Tunisia picked up second place finishes, and GA got fourth place overall.
that made me feel all warm and fuzzy.
outside of the building, however, a cold rain was falling. with wind. and overall misery.
and 2 hours from when the GSU MUN ended, I was to play the first game in the Blackrose rugby tournament.
well, that whole day was hell. cold, raining, windy, no ball feel, loss of feeling in my hands and feet, big hits. but I digress.
Blackrose at Southern is an experience.
think I played 5 games, made it to semis.
but the rugby is an afterthought.
there are two things that make Blackrose special for me:
one is the people. Pepe, JR, JP, and the Southern Kids, George, Pat, and the Exiles, Tupperware and the Bedrock Boyz, Farva and my VState guys, Bentley and the Augusta crew, the random hot girls that show up to watch, and the new people that I meet every year.
there's also the golden isles connection that occurs. at least one person on each squad is from the area, and we get together to take a picture every year to represent the GI. that picture is huge.
two is the massive party between saturday and sunday that we all throw.
words don't do it justice. let's try:
nakedness by both sexes
drinking
beats by the pound
fights
the random chance that you will walk into some sort of sexual act
drinking
rugby chants as loud as you possibly can
two girls squads fighting in the house in club gear
old men in drag
drinking
shooting the boot
one hell of a time.
there's also that whole "Bentley inadvertant cockblock of Farva" thing, but that's over and done now.
serously, that party was from 9 at night until 5 that morning. 250+ in that house at one time. bad ass.
crashed at JP's, woke up, ate lunch, drove home. fun times.
and it's not over.
then comes the VD.
Valentine's Day. Singles Awareness Day. Cupid's hunting season. Hallmark's best day. whatever.
I realize that this is a female holiday. This is why I'm a proponent of Steak and a Blowjob Day [March 14, mark your calendars, ladies]. but I digress.
I became part of the beast.
I delivered flowers.
all damn day.
I mean, 80 bucks for a dozen roses is harsh. yet and still, men bust out and pay huge amounts of cash for stuff that will be forgotten soon. it's for the simple reason that if they don't, they're fucked. nien.
never in my life had I have so many women hug me in one day.
go figure.
I don't have any qualms with the 14 of February, after all, it's done nothing to me.
but it makes you painfully aware of how alone you are.
Marx's friends have someone, or are too young to understand.
thus, after the all day delivery services, I'm home alone.
anyone want to be my Valentine? [pax. transend.]