Maybe my Hawaii post...
WOAH!! Two in a row! Is this guy going nuts or what?
I think I could be about the silliest person in the world.
Anyway. I went to Hawaii two weeks ago, and I'm just now getting around to writing about it.
Went with frisbee team. We had fun. Lots of fun. We didn't sleep much the first night (Thu). Travel agent dicked us over. It wasn't very cool. Ended up throwing frisbees in the middle of a deserted street in front of the Waikiki Hostel at 2am until we sorted out the whole mess. Then slept three hours on the ground in their parking lot before we got kicked out at 6am. So... went to park nearby. No one to kick us out of there, so we ate some breakfast and went swimming. Rocks made beach not as fun as it could have been. But a very hot girl took a group picture of all of us. After a few hours, we left and went to the camp site a half hour or so away. Now things started getting more the way I had hoped they would be. Perfect weather, perfect beach. Took pictures, swam, caught some waves, set up tents, then went to fields for dinner. This would end up being the best day of the whole trip, weather-wise.
Saturday was cloudy and we played all the toughest teams in our pool. We did alright, almost beating the UCSB alums, but ultimately, lost all our games. We won out the next day, but to no avail, as only the top three teams from each pool moved on to the quarter finals on Monday.
So, Sunday night, with no games left to play, and an open bar, I set out to do some serious drinking. I get a nice long massage, and I'm feeling pretty good. Until... it starts raining harder than I have ever imagined rain could... rain. You couldn't see across the fields, you couldn't stand outside of the tent for more than a couple seconds before you were soaked - it was basically a torrential downpour. I think it lasted about an hour and a half. I thought we'd be fine under the big party tent, but the rain turned the ground under us into a 3 inch deep lake. I could have joined in on the muddy fun that some of the others were partaking in, but I opted instead to go back to the tent and try to salvage whatever I could from the wreckage. It wasn't a pretty sight. So, I slept in Lumberjack's (Seth's) tent, which I'm guessing could probably have survived being tossed into a river. Most of the team did what we had had to do on the first night there, sleep in the vans, or squish into one of the dryer tents. But I'm glad I went to sleep when I did, cause even though I missed some crazy naked chair-walking races and mud wrestling (Tequila, frisbee players, and mud... what a combination!) at least I got to sleep in a warm, dry tent.
Highlights: Sunrise swimming; seeing the mountain-like hills overlooking the fields and realizing: I get to play ultimate here? sweet...; dancing with some of the girls from the Quebec team, (Stanford girls were lame, but the Canadians were excellent); throwing frisbees in the gigantic unused ex-international terminal at the SF airport while waiting out our three hour delay; drinking in the airport bar while waiting out our three hour delay; having dinner in Kailua with my mom, sister, and sister's family on Monday night; watching Idris (our coach) play lazy defense and sloppy, showboating offense; discovering that even though I only got to spend four days in Hawaii, it was worth every penny.
I think I could be about the silliest person in the world.
Anyway. I went to Hawaii two weeks ago, and I'm just now getting around to writing about it.
Went with frisbee team. We had fun. Lots of fun. We didn't sleep much the first night (Thu). Travel agent dicked us over. It wasn't very cool. Ended up throwing frisbees in the middle of a deserted street in front of the Waikiki Hostel at 2am until we sorted out the whole mess. Then slept three hours on the ground in their parking lot before we got kicked out at 6am. So... went to park nearby. No one to kick us out of there, so we ate some breakfast and went swimming. Rocks made beach not as fun as it could have been. But a very hot girl took a group picture of all of us. After a few hours, we left and went to the camp site a half hour or so away. Now things started getting more the way I had hoped they would be. Perfect weather, perfect beach. Took pictures, swam, caught some waves, set up tents, then went to fields for dinner. This would end up being the best day of the whole trip, weather-wise.
Saturday was cloudy and we played all the toughest teams in our pool. We did alright, almost beating the UCSB alums, but ultimately, lost all our games. We won out the next day, but to no avail, as only the top three teams from each pool moved on to the quarter finals on Monday.
So, Sunday night, with no games left to play, and an open bar, I set out to do some serious drinking. I get a nice long massage, and I'm feeling pretty good. Until... it starts raining harder than I have ever imagined rain could... rain. You couldn't see across the fields, you couldn't stand outside of the tent for more than a couple seconds before you were soaked - it was basically a torrential downpour. I think it lasted about an hour and a half. I thought we'd be fine under the big party tent, but the rain turned the ground under us into a 3 inch deep lake. I could have joined in on the muddy fun that some of the others were partaking in, but I opted instead to go back to the tent and try to salvage whatever I could from the wreckage. It wasn't a pretty sight. So, I slept in Lumberjack's (Seth's) tent, which I'm guessing could probably have survived being tossed into a river. Most of the team did what we had had to do on the first night there, sleep in the vans, or squish into one of the dryer tents. But I'm glad I went to sleep when I did, cause even though I missed some crazy naked chair-walking races and mud wrestling (Tequila, frisbee players, and mud... what a combination!) at least I got to sleep in a warm, dry tent.
Highlights: Sunrise swimming; seeing the mountain-like hills overlooking the fields and realizing: I get to play ultimate here? sweet...; dancing with some of the girls from the Quebec team, (Stanford girls were lame, but the Canadians were excellent); throwing frisbees in the gigantic unused ex-international terminal at the SF airport while waiting out our three hour delay; drinking in the airport bar while waiting out our three hour delay; having dinner in Kailua with my mom, sister, and sister's family on Monday night; watching Idris (our coach) play lazy defense and sloppy, showboating offense; discovering that even though I only got to spend four days in Hawaii, it was worth every penny.