seriously, how much chicken can one man eat?

well, the weekend was fun.

i went to poultry days, a tournament in ohio. this town, versailles (pronounced ver-say-elles...and the locals will correct you if you try to pronounce it frenchy style, as i found out) pretty much lives for this weekend in june where they throw a giant chicken festival called poultry days. they sell chicken dinners, around 27,000 of them, during the weekend, host this huge ultimate tournament where every team has a chicken-themed name, and pretty much just worship the chicken in every manner possible.

anyway, the tournament was kind of fun. i was playing with a team that i knew absolutely nobody on...they were cool people and very nice to me, but i imagined i would have a blast playing at this tournament, and i really didn't. it just made me realize how much more fun you can have at tournaments when you're with people you know and love. and it made me miss all my girls from new york. weep. cause when i started shimming on the line, nobody laughed and shimmied back, or threw a couple slow fakes. instead they all just looked at me like i was an idiot who couldn't dance (which is probably what it looks like to everybody but the columbia women's team)
and playing with a team you don't know is hard, because it takes a while to figure out people's playing styles...who cuts where, who throws what, and so on. and people don't really trust you with the disc unless you earn it (rightly so), and i never really earned it this weekend, so i felt rather useless out on the field.

anyway, side proposal....a columbia alum team for next year? that would be sweet.

at least i got to see sai and ben, even if it was only on the field for like five seconds. i wish i could have hung out with them, but my search through the hoards of tents in the dark for them was unsucsessful, and they never found me either. but the craziest thing all weekend was when i ran into an irish guy that i played with last summer in ireland. of all the places i thought i'd see fergus again, versailles, ohio, was not one of them. and it turns out he's in chicago for the summer, so that was a nice surprise.

on the drive back from ohio, i decided to stop in bloomington to see tom... it was kind of on the way back, and i'd never been to IU, so that was cool to see. tom drove me around bits of the campus and the greek houses...HOLY SHIT. the frats and sororities there are pretty much mansions..like for real, MANSIONS. i've never seen anything like it. they're like five times the size of U of I houses, and 100 times the sizes of columbia ones. unreal.


and finally, the pistons win a game.
even though i want the spurs in the long run, atleast this game was actually a well fought game. the other games just became walkovers in the end. and my theory that ben wallace plays better without corn rows held true. i love his hair when it's out in a fro..its so crazy! so great.


but now, back the reality that is waking up late, lounging around the house, becoming the house maid/resident plumber, playing summer league, and going out to bars, forgetting my id, and then getting kicked out even though i am actually 21, almost 22! that burns.