Frisbee Tournament, Rugby, other stuff.

Yeah, yeah...it's a late post, but I didn't lie when I said I would post again sooner than I did the previous time :-)

So I had my ultimate frisbee tournament last weekend, and that was great. So if you read my last post then you would know that it was a "hat" tournament, unfortunately at the time of the tournament I thought it meant something other than what it actually does. So I thought that the "hat" in hat tournament meant that each team gets a different hat. Unfortunately this name only came to be because the team captains used to throw all the names in a hat and pick the teams randomly. So I was very upset when I showed up and found out that we were not getting hats...damn! haha. But the tournament was fun, my team was alright, we went 2-1-1. It didn't really matter though, it was a relatively relaxed tournament.

After the tournament ended I met my housemates at a rugby game. I understood about half of what was going on, which unfortunately was just about as much as the drunk New Zealanders next to me knew. So it was a group of about seven, fifty-year old, really drunk men. My neighbor slurred a lot and had an unfortunate habit of spitting constantly as he talked, and of course he felt the need to talk to me about everything that happened in the game. To answer your question: yes, it was absolutely terrifying...I think I gagged a few times. Just kidding...but really, it happened. Fortunately for me though, his friend had got cut off at the bar and when my neighbor brought the next round of beers down to the seats they were caught by security. But of course something else had to go wrong: since my New Zealand neighbor was also super drunk he decided it would be a good idea to start a huge scene and yell at the security officers (all the while I am sitting between this drunk, New Zealand spitter and the irritated security officer, with roughly 2 inches between them and myself on either side). So I'm sitting here between two shouting men, getting showered by foreign spit and wondering when I am going to be hit by a misguided punch. After several minutes of this excitement the officers finally removed three of the men from the grounds. So yeah, I didn't have to deal with the spitting anymore, but I'm pretty sure there is a direct correlation between how much spit this man released and how angry he was. But it was...an experience, and at least it was exciting, haha.

Since then I've actually been pretty busy. I had my first paper due this week and I had an obnoxious amount of reading to do for my classes. The weather has been gorgeous, this week has been in the low to mid 80's...it's like a constant vacation.
Other than that there's not too much new going on. I am loving Skype right now because of the video feature. It's nice to be able to see people from home.

Alrighty, that's all I've got for now. Thanks for reading.