Birthday, round two

So last night I celebrated my birthday, again. The story goes: a teammate of mine organized a team social based on the premise that since she had celebrated her birthday in the summer, she should celebrate again with everyone here in Oxford. As if we needed an excuse to go out... then my registration came through, and it just so happened that we had the same birthday, so my name was added to the list, along with another team member who was a few days off. In true birthday fashion it was an awesome, debaucherous and wandering home at 2:30am kind of night.

Having managed a slight recap and damage control with my partners in crime, and sitting here contemplating my sore back (how it got sore is beyond me) and the possibility of me actually keeling over dead during practice, or worse, during scrimmage, it all seems very far away.

We began close to home, ventured up the road to the local version of Cafe Campus (for the McGilligans in the crowd, you would walk in and know what I mean... Jordan I will show you when you come visit!) and I received the student equivalent of being wined and dined - shooters and dirty dancing. And one glorious hour poured over into the next, we gladly supplied the gossip column with ample fodder. After the madness died down (or rather, once two of the involved parties took themselves home), things returned to business as usual. Danced the night away, and ran into some of the (gentle)men that I had met on Tuesday night... determined that the potentially 'cute and shy' one was actually 'cute and sullen' or worse, perhaps 'cute and mean'.

And walked home at 2:30, after the lights glared us from the club, having abandoned my sweater to my English doppelganger, and escorted home by someone whose name I had never discovered. A few things stand out in my mind. I heart the hockey girls, Red Bull is more effective than I appreciate, and most of all, tequila leads to debauchery.