The banquet... and other things.
So the banquet for TRP was this weekend. Saturday, to be exact. And I wasn't really into it this year. I don't know if it was fun or not, because I didn't stay for the whole thing. Hell, I didn't even stay for half. I left about a quarter into it, right after dinner, went to my dad's truck and changed into regular clothes and my hockey jersey (while Pat and Jennifer watched... HA HA!), and then went to the Icecat's game.
We lost. 5-1. So that sucked Oklahoma balls (we played Oklahoma, those sheep fuckers).
But I don't know, I didn't really feel like being there. It was all last minute, it wasn't that fun because people were just being weird, no hotel rooms so no one could get wild and crazy, and the one person I wanted to be there with didn't go. So why the hell should I stay? I shouldn't. So I left. I didn't dance, I didn't do anything really, but hang out with Pat and Jennifer afterwards. Then my dad almost left me there. I was home by midnight, and sleeping shortly after... until SOMEONE to call me at 1... but it's ok. I'll forgive you.
Today was my last day at the Market. Nevermore says the Polack. Neverfuckingmore.
We lost. 5-1. So that sucked Oklahoma balls (we played Oklahoma, those sheep fuckers).
But I don't know, I didn't really feel like being there. It was all last minute, it wasn't that fun because people were just being weird, no hotel rooms so no one could get wild and crazy, and the one person I wanted to be there with didn't go. So why the hell should I stay? I shouldn't. So I left. I didn't dance, I didn't do anything really, but hang out with Pat and Jennifer afterwards. Then my dad almost left me there. I was home by midnight, and sleeping shortly after... until SOMEONE to call me at 1... but it's ok. I'll forgive you.
Today was my last day at the Market. Nevermore says the Polack. Neverfuckingmore.