Rowing Initiation
Quote of the moment:
Everyone get two drinks and head to the dancefloor! - Rowing social secretary.
Wasn't as bad as it could have been. Was still standing at the end. Novice Captain James was being held upright at least half an hour before then. Lol. Also a certain Miss Rowena Harvey was practically carried out, and probably carried home. Haha. Some people just can't handle their drink. I, on the other hand, came home with a Tigger drawing on the front of my white, sign-me T-shirt (and a minge on the back). Steve, as far as I know, just had the Tigger (which he did get first to give him his due), but I left him looking for a trolley and went back to my flat (with the hoola-hoop I'd "rescued" when everyone was leaving. It was one of the items in the scavenger hunt, but my team stuck with Hula-Hoops (the crisp versions). So much easier to transport, plus I ate them (BBQ Beef flavour) after the judging was done. Oh yeah - I took over my team's list of stuff. Haha. My bad. Je suis un bossy cow.
Got chips on the way back (with the hula-hoop hidden beneath the counter) then came home, decided (for some unknown reason) that I was still hungry and set about cooking. Pasta, sausages and ketchup. Beautiful combo. Shame I burnt my finger draining the pasta, but c'est la vie. Bah. I have a hoop. It's purple with glittery bits. Beat that for spoils of a drunken outing.
I should also mention that Ruth (on whom I drew "Desperate (for) Dan") seemingly pulled said Dan, her object of lust and adulation, and I didn't see them after about 12. Shocking. However, the senior women's captain and one of her team-mates emerged from a cubicle in the men's toilets while I was in there (fortunately I'd reached the hand-washing stage, unlike one poor unfortunate) to great whooping and applause. I didn't stand on the next-door bog to look over the wall though, so I don't know what was going on.
Anyway. Drunken cooking succesfully completed, I'm off to read Terry Pratchett (Going Postal) on the bog and then pass out on (or hopefully in) my bed. Woohoo. We still didn't get our damn social shirts though. Honestly. It was almost as if Natalie (the social sec.) was more interested in who she was going home with. Haha. True fact, that. Nighty night.
Everyone get two drinks and head to the dancefloor! - Rowing social secretary.
Wasn't as bad as it could have been. Was still standing at the end. Novice Captain James was being held upright at least half an hour before then. Lol. Also a certain Miss Rowena Harvey was practically carried out, and probably carried home. Haha. Some people just can't handle their drink. I, on the other hand, came home with a Tigger drawing on the front of my white, sign-me T-shirt (and a minge on the back). Steve, as far as I know, just had the Tigger (which he did get first to give him his due), but I left him looking for a trolley and went back to my flat (with the hoola-hoop I'd "rescued" when everyone was leaving. It was one of the items in the scavenger hunt, but my team stuck with Hula-Hoops (the crisp versions). So much easier to transport, plus I ate them (BBQ Beef flavour) after the judging was done. Oh yeah - I took over my team's list of stuff. Haha. My bad. Je suis un bossy cow.
Got chips on the way back (with the hula-hoop hidden beneath the counter) then came home, decided (for some unknown reason) that I was still hungry and set about cooking. Pasta, sausages and ketchup. Beautiful combo. Shame I burnt my finger draining the pasta, but c'est la vie. Bah. I have a hoop. It's purple with glittery bits. Beat that for spoils of a drunken outing.
I should also mention that Ruth (on whom I drew "Desperate (for) Dan") seemingly pulled said Dan, her object of lust and adulation, and I didn't see them after about 12. Shocking. However, the senior women's captain and one of her team-mates emerged from a cubicle in the men's toilets while I was in there (fortunately I'd reached the hand-washing stage, unlike one poor unfortunate) to great whooping and applause. I didn't stand on the next-door bog to look over the wall though, so I don't know what was going on.
Anyway. Drunken cooking succesfully completed, I'm off to read Terry Pratchett (Going Postal) on the bog and then pass out on (or hopefully in) my bed. Woohoo. We still didn't get our damn social shirts though. Honestly. It was almost as if Natalie (the social sec.) was more interested in who she was going home with. Haha. True fact, that. Nighty night.
2 comments:
Oh, the originality. 8-)
Will is banned from our flat.
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