The deal, yo'. (Dillyo)
My weekend was amazing. It ranks up there with the BEST in HISTORY. It could have been better, yes. We could have beaten UC Davis, we could have played a second game on Sunday, we coulda shoulda woulda.
Here's what we dida:
Completed the longest day of my life after waking up at 4:30 am (on not much sleep because we were all so excited and so didn't sleep well for fear of missing our alarms), getting to the vans, driving to the airport, and then overwhelming the fuck out of Tully's coffee, where we ordered over $100 worth of bagels and coffee. We flew into San Jose, drove to our hotel, and crashed into our rooms. Jessie and I walked around Stanford and saw an art weekend they were putting on while discussing how much we love being at Reed.
It's true. Reed rocks.
We practiced on water-logged fields, and I kicked and flew and my ankle felt fine. It was such a great feeling to run so hard and expend energy.
We went to dinner at Olive Garden, we drank beerz, we watched the Maori v Lions game. We rocked.
Saturday we didn't play until 3, so we watched the UofO and OSU games against Berkely and Chico. Both of the Oregon teams got compounded, pushed back, and slam dunked by their California counterparts. They didn't hold up well. Meanwhile, the Reed team got kicked out of the clubhouse (we were wrapping players injuries on their $30,000 boardroom table, oh my!) and then kicked off of the pitch we were warming up on (it was "waterlogged"....my ass). My parents showed up, we cheared for UofO despite their assinine scrum half who waved her arms up and down at the spectators during linouts to get them to cheer. Watch the ball, jackass (is all I have to say to her).
We played UCDavis at 3. We scored the first try and were totally well matched for the first half. At the very end, they scored a try and made the conversion, so we were down 5-7. The second half, unfortunately, was not so hott. We ended up losing by 27-5 or something, but we played really well, and at the very end there was a BEAUTIFUL play by our backs and we almost scored. So despite losing, we were happy. A bit disappointed, but happy.
We went back to the hotel and had a spandex and sports bra party in the pool. Then we watched some 5th Element. Then we went on a walk to find food and got Mexican and a totally choice restaurant. We came back to the hotel and it was decided we needed BEER!... and ICE CREAM! So we walked....and walked... and found a Coldstone, where we ordered 4 HUGE tubs of Ice cream. Then Tessa and Jessie and I walked more and more to try and find Beer, but instead we just found drunk Stanford students out on a Saturday night. So we walked back along a street where the streetlamps kept going out as we walked past them in some weird reverse-motion detector/thriller thing. We finally got back and found that everyone else we'd been with had found beer and taken a taxi back.
So we drank, and sat around, and drank some more, and talked and through strawberries and passed out.
Today, we watched the Davis v Berkely game (Berkely owned the whole game), and then my parents and cousin showed up and we went out to lunch, and came back to watch the end of the Stanford v Chico game, where the whole Reed team was chearing for Chico HARDCORE. Amongst a throng of Stanfordians who had come to watch their women's team. Stanford won by 33-27, but Chico played much better and they had an amazing Prop who was like a train. Beautiful.
In the San Jose airport, Laura, Alex, Leigh Ann and I played rugby in an abandoned terminal. I got the ball caught in the rafters above a boarding ramp, and we weren't able to get it down, even though Laura used all her ninja skills.
'sjust one of dem weekends, ya know?
Here's what we dida:
Completed the longest day of my life after waking up at 4:30 am (on not much sleep because we were all so excited and so didn't sleep well for fear of missing our alarms), getting to the vans, driving to the airport, and then overwhelming the fuck out of Tully's coffee, where we ordered over $100 worth of bagels and coffee. We flew into San Jose, drove to our hotel, and crashed into our rooms. Jessie and I walked around Stanford and saw an art weekend they were putting on while discussing how much we love being at Reed.
It's true. Reed rocks.
We practiced on water-logged fields, and I kicked and flew and my ankle felt fine. It was such a great feeling to run so hard and expend energy.
We went to dinner at Olive Garden, we drank beerz, we watched the Maori v Lions game. We rocked.
Saturday we didn't play until 3, so we watched the UofO and OSU games against Berkely and Chico. Both of the Oregon teams got compounded, pushed back, and slam dunked by their California counterparts. They didn't hold up well. Meanwhile, the Reed team got kicked out of the clubhouse (we were wrapping players injuries on their $30,000 boardroom table, oh my!) and then kicked off of the pitch we were warming up on (it was "waterlogged"....my ass). My parents showed up, we cheared for UofO despite their assinine scrum half who waved her arms up and down at the spectators during linouts to get them to cheer. Watch the ball, jackass (is all I have to say to her).
We played UCDavis at 3. We scored the first try and were totally well matched for the first half. At the very end, they scored a try and made the conversion, so we were down 5-7. The second half, unfortunately, was not so hott. We ended up losing by 27-5 or something, but we played really well, and at the very end there was a BEAUTIFUL play by our backs and we almost scored. So despite losing, we were happy. A bit disappointed, but happy.
We went back to the hotel and had a spandex and sports bra party in the pool. Then we watched some 5th Element. Then we went on a walk to find food and got Mexican and a totally choice restaurant. We came back to the hotel and it was decided we needed BEER!... and ICE CREAM! So we walked....and walked... and found a Coldstone, where we ordered 4 HUGE tubs of Ice cream. Then Tessa and Jessie and I walked more and more to try and find Beer, but instead we just found drunk Stanford students out on a Saturday night. So we walked back along a street where the streetlamps kept going out as we walked past them in some weird reverse-motion detector/thriller thing. We finally got back and found that everyone else we'd been with had found beer and taken a taxi back.
So we drank, and sat around, and drank some more, and talked and through strawberries and passed out.
Today, we watched the Davis v Berkely game (Berkely owned the whole game), and then my parents and cousin showed up and we went out to lunch, and came back to watch the end of the Stanford v Chico game, where the whole Reed team was chearing for Chico HARDCORE. Amongst a throng of Stanfordians who had come to watch their women's team. Stanford won by 33-27, but Chico played much better and they had an amazing Prop who was like a train. Beautiful.
In the San Jose airport, Laura, Alex, Leigh Ann and I played rugby in an abandoned terminal. I got the ball caught in the rafters above a boarding ramp, and we weren't able to get it down, even though Laura used all her ninja skills.
'sjust one of dem weekends, ya know?