I played a bunch of underwater hockey this weekend. We headed up to East Lansing for hockey, partying and hangovers. Oddly, I did not have a hangover. I know I drank the beer and the jager, and I know I played the flip cup and the beirut, but I did not acquire the hangover. Maybe I have finally learned this business about 'pacing.'

Or maybe there was a girl and I had to go.

Hah, girls. As if they ever hit on me.

It was a good tourney though. We ended up coming in 5th out of 8 which isn't great but also not terrible. We learned and played better as the tourney wore on. Which is good. The next tournament is nationals in June. I am AMPED about that one. Should be rad, rad times.

This coming weekend is camping, partying and rocking out in the desert. Its a Coachella weekend for me. Helllooo giant rock fest. Helllooo dehydration. I expect wonderful things. And earaches from so much rocking. I. Can't. Wait.
- posted by Pat @ 7:52 PM