And now I'm going to watch the Olympics.
Aug. 12th, 2008 05:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bitchy_merlinMmhmm, and because I feel like spamming y'all, let me tell you about my version of infinity. Winning our final rugby game of the season (a consolation game, but whatever) in a torrential downpour, so wet that the notion of "dry" is foreign. Mud everywhere: in shoes, ears, hair, clothes; jerseys not even resembling their original colours. We played in the rain, in the hail, in the thunder and lightning, when the field was a puddle and water was ankle-deep, not that it mattered, cause we were so wet anyhow. We won, 10-5, even though we were down 4 players (I got to be a forward again! ...and consequently got smoked in the first five seconds). It was only half a game because the weather go so foul that the ref (who didn't even show up till 20 minutes late, because he didn't want to stand outside in that weather - weak!) ordered us inside.
Infinity is the Superman mudslide we did as a team, cause we figured what the hell, not like we were getting dry anytime soon. It's having the confidence to rip off my shirt in the presence of my teammates because no one cares and I really wanted a hot shower. It's soaked an happy car rides, blasting whatever's on the radio in Oshawa, talking, laughing, and finding the meaning of the word "team".
Infinity is the Superman mudslide we did as a team, cause we figured what the hell, not like we were getting dry anytime soon. It's having the confidence to rip off my shirt in the presence of my teammates because no one cares and I really wanted a hot shower. It's soaked an happy car rides, blasting whatever's on the radio in Oshawa, talking, laughing, and finding the meaning of the word "team".
AHAHAHA and then we went to our coach's place to go hot tubbing and get towels.
It may be worth noting that our coach is a 30-ish year old man, and he'd just moved in. His neighbors must've been like WTF, you PERVERT. This is why:
So it's like 10 pm on a Monday night when we get to Kyle's place. He steps out into the backyard area, and the first words that come out of his mouth are, verbatim: "This looks like a teenage boy's wet dream!"
And it did. Think, ten 17 year old girls, in a hot tub, wearing nothing but their bras and spandex shorts (hey, we didn't plan to end up in a hot tub), sipping drinks, and when he came out of the house, we were all like "hi, Kyle". ...Okay, the drinks were actually hot chocolate (because erin was an angel and got us drinks from TIm Horton's), and "hi, Kyle" was not said, in asparkling sexy and alluring manner, but you get the point.
It was pretty ridiculous. With anyone else, it would have been insanely awkward and stuff, but with Kyle - just because he's Kyle, it seems to somehow work. I'm trying to imagine anything like this happening with any one of my previous gym coaches, and just no.
And then my parents called and were all like "so where are you?" and I was all "um... we're at... one of the girls' houses. Aha."
Good times.
So it's like 10 pm on a Monday night when we get to Kyle's place. He steps out into the backyard area, and the first words that come out of his mouth are, verbatim: "This looks like a teenage boy's wet dream!"
And it did. Think, ten 17 year old girls, in a hot tub, wearing nothing but their bras and spandex shorts (hey, we didn't plan to end up in a hot tub), sipping drinks, and when he came out of the house, we were all like "hi, Kyle". ...Okay, the drinks were actually hot chocolate (because erin was an angel and got us drinks from TIm Horton's), and "hi, Kyle" was not said, in a
It was pretty ridiculous. With anyone else, it would have been insanely awkward and stuff, but with Kyle - just because he's Kyle, it seems to somehow work. I'm trying to imagine anything like this happening with any one of my previous gym coaches, and just no.
And then my parents called and were all like "so where are you?" and I was all "um... we're at... one of the girls' houses. Aha."
Good times.
