Sebbylite

Ok, I am entirely too tired to give a detailed description of the events of the last 62 hours, so I’ll give you the quick and dirty and fill in the details later…

I got into town around 9:30 on Friday, and met up with about half the team in our hotel room. Since most people on the team had no idea who everyone else on the team was, we spent some time getting to know each other (aka, drinking in the room) before heading out on the town. I really have no idea what was going on before I got into town, but I hear stories of ordering “Nailin’ Sarah Palin” to the room, lots of drinking, and maybe a little gambling.

So we hit the town, got some food, drank some drinks, and invariably did the Vegas thing until about 4:30/5 in the morning. Where we crashed 7 people in one room (2 beds with 3 people each, and one on the floor), not realizing that the room upstairs had no one in it. At all. But it didn’t really matter for those 2 hours of sleep anyway…

Saturday was Frisbee day number 1, which I will recap later, along with Sunday’s events. There were some interesting things that happened, but they need more time than I am willing to give them now, to fully flesh out the details. And yes, I did mean to say “flesh out” the details.

Saturday night was a little bit of a mess. We took forever to clean up after the games and get food. Some people napped, some people got snacks before showering, some people just drank more before getting back to the hotel room, all of which pushed our “Let’s Hit the Town” time back by quite a bit. We finally got to dinner around 9:45, and left the restaurant around 11:30. After which we met up with some folks, and sat outside a club in the Bellagio for 2.5 hours trying to figure out what to do. I was tired, so I had no will to try and persuade people to get off their asses and get somewhere, and it seemed that no one else did either (or they were just content with being in a casino in Vegas, even though no one was gambling or doing anything we couldn’t have done anywhere else in the entire country). I finally got a cab back to the hotel around 2:30, and found the open room upstairs that no one was sleeping in and crashed. I know, it’s pathetic, but I like my sleep, and get cranky and unhappy when I don’t get any.

Sunday after we finished playing was probably my favorite part of the tournament. The team hung out doing car-bombs and drinking beer for about an hour, talking trash to each other and whoever walked by. We left and checked into the Mirage (Pooh was staying in Vegas for another couple days, so he had a room there where we could put our stuff, shower, etc), and then went to eat. After the unlucky few left for the early airport run, Pooh, Frankus, Katie and I walked across the street looking for the low-stakes casino. We didn’t find it, but we did pass by the guys giving away the call-girl cards, which was an experience in and of itself (hopefully Pooh enjoyed it too). Then we went back into the Mirage and played some Pai Gow Poker, talked some trash to the dealer and the pit boss, got in a little bit of trouble for having no idea how to play, and generally had a good old time. And as fun as Friday and Saturday nights were, I think that Sunda is going to be the day I remember most (for some obvious reasons), and the day I had the most fun. I just wish more people could have been around, and that we had more time to play. Oh well, there’s always next year.

Ok, so it is now 7:30, and I’m going to bed. Yep, bed. Vegas takes it out of you…

“Being sick” and “going to Hawaii” are two thing that should never get put in the same sentence. It just ain’t cool.

But of course that is where I am currently sitting. I’m going to Honolulu for an extended weekend in a few days (Thursday through Tuesday) for a frisbee tournament. So what does my body do to me, just to say thanks? It goes ahead a breaks down and gets sick. Stupid immune system.

Of course my only recourse was to try and get some rest this weekend, instead of tearing it up like I usually do (*wink, nudge). Which means that I’ve been at home all weekend long, sitting on the couch, watching movies, doing laundry and dishes, and generally being bored. So far, I’ve watched Pitch Black (back when Vin Diesel was cool, and before he started doing Disney Movies), Shaft (with Samuel L), Cars, Lucky # Slevin, Resident Evil, and a whole season of Friends.

Reviews:

• Lucky # Slevin was pretty good. I’m a sucker for the genre (Usual Suspects-esque mystery, with a twist), plus I liked Lucy Liu. I think that the only other thing that I’ve seen with Josh Hartnett was 40 Days and 40 Nights, so obviously this was a different Josh Hartnett. I don’t want to go out on a limb and add him to my list of guys I’d do, but he’s a contender for sure.
• Resident Evil gave me a surprise in how bad it wasn’t. I was fully expecting crap, but instead I got chopped liver. Admittedly chopped liver isn’t great, but it will beat out crap any day of the week. Plus you have to add a little to a movie who’s main character wears a leather jacket and short skirt the whole movie. Nice.
• Pitch Black was ok. It wasn’t scary enough to be a horror movie, wasn’t tense enough to be a thriller, didn’t have enough shooting to be an action movie, and wasn’t funny. I give it a good solid “meh” on the ratings scale.
• Shaft had some good lines (“You know me. It’s my duty to please that booty.”), but overall the movie paled to the original. But that was a given from the beginning.
• Cars-good god what happened to Owen Wilson? Why is it that actors do crappy movies (either bad Disney movies, bad cartoons, or a combo of the two)? It can’t be because they need the money. How much could they possibly spend?

After all is said and done, I still feel sick, and I leave for Hawaii in four days. Maybe I should have gone out drinking?

PS-for the record, I’m boycotting this Wednesday.

Have you ever had one of those weekends where everything went right? Everything went according to plan, and pretty much exactly as you expected, or even more so?

Well, I did. And to tell the truth, I’m a little sad now. After 4 solid days of continuous entertainment, hanging out with some very awesome people, meeting new and equally cool people, always having something going on (which fits in with my semi-ADD personality quite nicely), etc, being home seems pretty anti-climactic. Kind of like the Eagle’s and their Hell Freezes Over Tour: when you start the concert with Hotel California, what could you possibly do for an encore?

Anyway, here’s the story: last weekend was MARS in Pittsburgh, and I went and played with Duck Xing. I can honestly say that I’ve never played on a team that gives as much thought to drinking and shenanigans as this team, and still manage to win a lot of games. But that is the beauty of this team (or the reason why so many other teams hate us…), the tournament is about fun. It seems that a lot of ultimate players confuse “fun” with “winning” (I’ve been there), and this actually makes the game less fun for not only the other team, but also for the players on the same team. With Duck Xing, even the games that we lost were worth playing again and again, because everyone on our team enjoyed them. Yes, even when we were losing, half drunk, vomiting, hung-over, and dehydrated, we still had people hucking from the sidelines and calling “up” to fool the teams into chasing the wrong disc. We still had a dodgeball point, and the amazing “flying wedge” offense that resulted in Seth getting a flying judo chop to the crotchal area (ie, his nuts). We still played the 1-2-2-2 zone for the first time in ultimate history (*this may be an exageration. Then again, it may not). We still called a time-out for a “rally-gun”. In other words, we had fun.

Anywho, back to the point at hand. The shenanigans were awesome. We put on an incredible fireworks show for the whole tournament. We played dodgeball, kickball, bocce, horseshoes, lawn darts, and multiple other games that could only be described as “Calvinball”. We took on and beat all comers in boat races. We had a dance party in the rafters. We played Ro-Sham-Make Out. We learned the true meaning of a “Turkish Massage”. We heard/told a number of jokes related to Jesus, ducks, dead babies, 8 year olds, deer, fish, any number of other woodlands creatures, and more. Our campsite had it’s own bleachers. We played Whack-A-Mole in and outside of the pool. We went to a hotel and swam in their pool even though we weren’t staying there.

And that is only the stuff that I remember (true, I didn’t black out like I did at the alumni game, but I’m sure that I missed some of the fun that went on just by nature of only being one person).

If any other Duck Xingers read this, and want to send in pictures that will be posted (and quite possibly ridiculed), you know how to get in touch with me.

ps-sleeping in my own bed, without drinking before going to sleep and for more than 5 hours was amazing