So Saturday I played my first rugby game and it was awesome. Right before the match started my coach asked me if I wanted to move in from the wing to the pack and play at Hooker, (insert silly joke here, cuz I'm too tired to on my own) After two halves playing there i realized thats where I want to stay for good. After the match we had a few pints with the other teams on the pitch and headed back home and ended up in Carlsbad for our own team after match. Things got going well and about 20 or so pitchers were consumed, shots were being dropped all around the table and once the bar closed it was off to the after party. There were people in the hot tub, bong rips being passed around like my ex-girlfriend at Spring Training (however until next week my lungs still must remain THC free) somehow the ex called and attempted to ruin my evening, however she was severely unsuccessful and i proceded to drink myself into a fucking coma and pass out in my buddies lap, i think somebody took pictures to humilliate me in the future. Fuck it, I think everybody but me got laid but oh well I'm in my worst dry spell in years. Oh well two more working days then it's off to the land of getting stoned watching south park and eating corn dogs. Sounds like a good way to decompress
