This was another busy and fun-filled weekend. I was pretty knackered going into it, with lots of sports and multiple late nights during the week.
Friday night was no different, with my first session of indoor ulti or the winter (other than juniors). Indoor was a tonne of fun, in spite of my tired legs. Playing ultimate again made me feel like all of the training and other sports that I had done since my last ulti game (the day before I went to Germany) were just filler (as fun as they have been). And that's just indoor.
Frisbee made for another late night, and I was all amped up even once I get home. After I play ulti, I can't help but analysis it. I think of what plays were good, what sucked, where my turnovers were, and what I need to focus on improving. In comparison, when I finishing playing hockey or snowboarding I think, "Gosh, that was fun."
Saturday morning I went for a start time that reminded me of my nocturnal university days. I slept until 12:15! Pretty crazy, considering most weekends I am up by 8 or 8:30. I get really weird dreams when I sleep late. I can't really remember much about it, although there was running away, violence and fire involved. The next night, when I was going to sleep, I remembered the whole thing again. Dreaming is like a whole different world. When your awake, your not close enough to it to remember much, but when you are falling asleep, it all comes back.
Saturday night I had my sister and her husband John over for dinner. Which reminds me, I forgot to mention I also had my parent's over Friday for dinner. It would have been nice to have everyone over at the same time, but my place is really little and I only have three chairs. It was a lot easier this way.
Late Saturday night was the infamous toque party and Dave and Brit's in Bridgeland. It's always a fun time. I didn't drink at all, but I still felt a bit hung over this morning after staying out late (2:30 - surprised? proud?) and shouting myself nearly hoarse. A party highlight for me was some hammered chick who managed to destroy a beer bottle on the kitchen floor despite the party's 'no shoes, no glass' policy. She was drunk enough that her attempt to clean it up lasted a couple of seconds, and then she fell over in it. I hope she didn't cut her ass. She didn't feel it at the time if she did. The reason she dropped the beer bottle was she was in the kitchen checking random bottles of beer and filling her cup with any remains she could find. EW! There was a keg for Christ's sake!
The next morning was Jeff and Lindsay's garage hack party. We played a lot of sack this fall, starting in Sicamous, and continuing at fall league. The Sill's had a genius idea: why stop just because it's winter? They cleaned out the garage, and had a bunch of us over for omelettes and hack. The breakfast was amazing (thanks, guys), with delicious omelettes (Jeff's a pro after 5 years in a restaurant) and delicious fancy coffees (I had three). After the eating part(y), we headed to garage for hack. We played for 3 hours!
A few new hack terms were coined:
-the shack (kick it with your shin. shin-hack.)
-the airplane landing (is that right? a giant air-swooping step into the dead space in the middle, landing one outstretched foot with the other behind you. Usually unsuccessful.)
The old classic:
-hacksterbate (to hog it, to play with....yourself).
New but not hack related:
-How to remember where to turn to get to the Sill's house: No Sill Drive (aka Nose Hill Drive)
-Said to somebody leaving the party: hacky holidays.
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