Flashback songs...
So I just downloaded this song... and it totally reminds me of a rather debaucherous moment at the bop last Saturday involving me and my favourite teammate. Regardless of this fact, I still had a lot worth reporting this past weekend... and frankly, doesn't that seem obvious considering how long it has been since I last posted?
So. What went down. Well. Wednesday was Beer Pong. Holy hell. Well, the best thing about playing with Scotsmen is their ability to hold their liquor and their complete and utter lack of shame. Just let me say I'm glad that I was not on the receiving end of his attempts to distract his opponents. It was a fabulous time, and I can't wait for us to repeater, hopefully with more of our teammates this time around. It got a little messy after round three, but generally a tame night that ended early, as we hopped a bus home around midnight. I was glad the line at the club was obscene.
BUT, but but and there's always a but. Instead of being sensible and going home I made a drop-in, and generally the drop-in went poorly, and the fact that I was unsure about him became more of an issue, and I left pretty damn sure that I was disinterested. Good, one decision down. And Thursday rolled through into hockey practice, Friday dawning early and uselessly as I spent it with my single-syllable hockey friends drinking tea and my Friday evening, as is becoming a delightful habit, cooking dinner for my girls.
And I had told him we were going out, but when we finally got to the bar it was empty, and no word on my phone, and so we had a drink and debated the next move. I had wanted my ladies' opinions. Unfortunately, before you could say 'chug it', a certain Crazy individual showed up and we had to make a hasty exit. Hasty as sin, and so we wandered up to Green with beer in hand, my good times faltering at every speeding step, wondering why my phone wasn't lighting up. Cock. I know intellectually not to worry, but really, felt rotten and then things were downhill. Green was kinda lame, and I wasn't feeling it, nor were my companions, so we wound home early, past kebab vans, and turned in decently early. Disappointed.
Ultimately, what is going on here in Oxford is quite unbelievable. My time, my life, everything so fleeting and so utterly ingrained in me already. 5th Week, and we are here forever, the air turning slowly cold and reality coalescing around us. This city brings you in, smiles and waves, takes your coat and shoes and tucks them away in a safe place, then leads you by the hand into a room full of waiting faces, warm air, music, as if to say, "welcome to the madness, can I get you a drink?" And you accept, sit down, take a sip, and breathe.
So. What went down. Well. Wednesday was Beer Pong. Holy hell. Well, the best thing about playing with Scotsmen is their ability to hold their liquor and their complete and utter lack of shame. Just let me say I'm glad that I was not on the receiving end of his attempts to distract his opponents. It was a fabulous time, and I can't wait for us to repeater, hopefully with more of our teammates this time around. It got a little messy after round three, but generally a tame night that ended early, as we hopped a bus home around midnight. I was glad the line at the club was obscene.
BUT, but but and there's always a but. Instead of being sensible and going home I made a drop-in, and generally the drop-in went poorly, and the fact that I was unsure about him became more of an issue, and I left pretty damn sure that I was disinterested. Good, one decision down. And Thursday rolled through into hockey practice, Friday dawning early and uselessly as I spent it with my single-syllable hockey friends drinking tea and my Friday evening, as is becoming a delightful habit, cooking dinner for my girls.
And I had told him we were going out, but when we finally got to the bar it was empty, and no word on my phone, and so we had a drink and debated the next move. I had wanted my ladies' opinions. Unfortunately, before you could say 'chug it', a certain Crazy individual showed up and we had to make a hasty exit. Hasty as sin, and so we wandered up to Green with beer in hand, my good times faltering at every speeding step, wondering why my phone wasn't lighting up. Cock. I know intellectually not to worry, but really, felt rotten and then things were downhill. Green was kinda lame, and I wasn't feeling it, nor were my companions, so we wound home early, past kebab vans, and turned in decently early. Disappointed.
Ultimately, what is going on here in Oxford is quite unbelievable. My time, my life, everything so fleeting and so utterly ingrained in me already. 5th Week, and we are here forever, the air turning slowly cold and reality coalescing around us. This city brings you in, smiles and waves, takes your coat and shoes and tucks them away in a safe place, then leads you by the hand into a room full of waiting faces, warm air, music, as if to say, "welcome to the madness, can I get you a drink?" And you accept, sit down, take a sip, and breathe.
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