Quite a Heavy Weekend...
It really has been ages since I posted, oops. Life sortof ran away with me this week, I don't even remember what I've been up to. Seriously.
Thursday I received a bit of a nasty jolt, as one of my best friends refused to buy a ticket to my varsity match. Trying to shake off the sensation of being misunderstood and disregarded, I was helped along by a blank valentine's card in my pidge. Strange. And still a mystery.
Friday rolled around as usual, with cooking and wine and disappearing into the night. It was a slow one, and I'd wished that I'd left the wine at home, ending up with nothing but a stagger home with the standard yellow container under my arm, wishing I'd left that on the roadside as well.
Our game was endlessly frustrating, and despite my best efforts I can't shake the feeling that I should be doing more: its hard to play with partners who aren't as good as your old one. Speaking of, she's back in town today, which is very nice and great to see her back to somewhat of her normal self. Anyways, post-game we went out. As you do. And DPG does have puck bunny tendencies despite her refusal to admit it, and was coaxed out not by me, but by a strong statement on the part of the men's team that they would be joining us. So out we went.
Rule. No tequila. Right. Needless to say I got home at 4:30 in the morning, after having to coax my way out of a foreign college and into the predawn birdsong. Waking up at eight or so, probably still drunk, I sent out some apologies into the world. They have all been accepted, some with more convincing than others, and I had to make a house-call to get the last one pushed through. And I can never go back to the Catz MCR ever again.
Tonight, after a day at work and running errands, and a disastrous loss to Finland, I'm taking myself to bed nice and early, my alarm is set for 9 and I intend to get up and make the most of my day.
Thursday I received a bit of a nasty jolt, as one of my best friends refused to buy a ticket to my varsity match. Trying to shake off the sensation of being misunderstood and disregarded, I was helped along by a blank valentine's card in my pidge. Strange. And still a mystery.
Friday rolled around as usual, with cooking and wine and disappearing into the night. It was a slow one, and I'd wished that I'd left the wine at home, ending up with nothing but a stagger home with the standard yellow container under my arm, wishing I'd left that on the roadside as well.
Our game was endlessly frustrating, and despite my best efforts I can't shake the feeling that I should be doing more: its hard to play with partners who aren't as good as your old one. Speaking of, she's back in town today, which is very nice and great to see her back to somewhat of her normal self. Anyways, post-game we went out. As you do. And DPG does have puck bunny tendencies despite her refusal to admit it, and was coaxed out not by me, but by a strong statement on the part of the men's team that they would be joining us. So out we went.
Rule. No tequila. Right. Needless to say I got home at 4:30 in the morning, after having to coax my way out of a foreign college and into the predawn birdsong. Waking up at eight or so, probably still drunk, I sent out some apologies into the world. They have all been accepted, some with more convincing than others, and I had to make a house-call to get the last one pushed through. And I can never go back to the Catz MCR ever again.
Tonight, after a day at work and running errands, and a disastrous loss to Finland, I'm taking myself to bed nice and early, my alarm is set for 9 and I intend to get up and make the most of my day.
posted by Care | 9:55 PM
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