Oct 03, 2005 17:53
Saturday was a very long and abusing day. The sir was almost an hour late for the game. A-side lost, B-side got mutilated. I played most of the B-side game and was one of 4 people out of 15 who knew what they were doing. I was running around trying to play and coach at the same time.
I did, however, have a couple of good carries though. After the game -and a few bruised ribs- Seth commented "Remind me to never get in your way if you're carrying the ball. You're a fuckin' animal." haha So it took 5 or 6 Navy bitches to bring me down. What can I say?
After the game the team headed to Donato's for dinner. Steve reminded me where I'm supposed to be tonight and told me to quit thinking I don't count. It made me feel a lot better. Coach Tim bought me a beer for actually coaching the team while he just cheered from the sidelines. I scarfed down some pizza and headed home to nap and then shower.
Jojo's party was okay. It would have been more fun if I had wanted to drink and would have been awake. On my way home, Seth called and I went and hung out with him.
Sunday I was super productive! I cleaned my whole apartment, went grocery shopping, made dinner. I'm very proud of myself. Aly came over and watched Dane Cook. Then I went to bed.. at 11:00!! That, however, was very short lived come 2:30... but that's a whole different kind of entry.
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