fuckin' freshmen

so last night was the first ultimate meeting, a lot to just welcome everyone back and welcome the new frosh. we started the meeting a half hour early with the vets so we could be all old and wise and then invited the frosh in. i'm really psyched about this year. we have an EXTREMELY powerful team. the rookie class is the best we've ever had (after us, of course), and we got some grad students comin' in with some skillz to bring to the table as well. i'm starting to fear for my playing time....hahaha

afterwards it was often to christen amcaff with the newbies. we got there before 9pm....ordered 24 pitchers, got a FREE ROUND OF SHOTS for 23 people last i counted, and the waitress took one with us, saw that cute waitress harmony...a lot :) she said hi to me! yeah i won't get my hopes up. it was a lotta fun. me and austin kept moving around the table to talk to everyone (it was a LOOONG table)...and now that i think of it i don't think i even sat next to him at all. not that that didn't stop us from screaming at eachother from across the table contemplating the attempt on another 20 pitchers....i don't really know WHY we left, but we did....heading over to west side for some meat pies. that was postponed, however, with the brilliant idea to drink MORE. so austin, mandel, sai, mara, stoops, muppet, sam (alaskan sam), and garett (mammoth) hit up lion's head where sam and sai promised the bouncer they wouldn't drink 'cause they don't have ID. had a few more pitchers there and some nachos, then finally hit up west side and came back here. oh, brian white met us at the tavern as well.....he got that sliver of glass out of his eye by himself and brought it in a little vial....that was NOT a small piece of glasss....ugh. good form, though. he said he should be fine. he didn't come to west side, though....wrong direction from home.

so we came back to hogan and hung out, gave the frosht he shitty beer we ddn't reallly want, and shot the shit. somehow it turned into 4am and i had to kick the diehard muppet out so i could go to sleep. good times. i'm glad the frosh actually came out. unlike previous years where we'll be like, LET'S GO TO AMCAFF!!! and three vets show up 'cause the rest are fuckin' lame and four frosh show up, realize we suck, and go find something better to do. good form, good form.

meat pie