Sometimes people need to be judged on their one offs, and I know that saying I'm not a Thirsty Thursday kind of person is pretty meaningless if I've gone out for the past two Thursdays, but when the options are either go out or sit in my room on facebook, I'd rather go out. Yesterday was tough anyway, because I went to see the trainer and was told that I can't play rugby for like two weeks. Colin says I can come back at the end of next week if I feel up to it, but that's still a lot of rugby time lost.
Last night was kind of pointless, but it was fun pointlessness. The girls' rugby team was having a party with Sammy's (the "smart" frat) but no one showed up, so it was really awkward. The Sammy's guys had all dressed up according to the theme too (a theme that girls' rugby had picked no less) and Marie and I hadn't dressed up. Surprisingly enough, wandering around a strange house filled with semi-drunk guys in cardboard Spartan military uniforms isn't very fun. Marie and I left after maybe fifteen minutes, figuring that we had done our part, and that if no one ever wants to party with girls' rugby again, at least it isn't our fault.
We were ready to call it a night, but we ran into a rookie from the guys' team on the way home and he invited us back to the Rugby House. I wanted to see The Marine, and Marie was bored, so we decided to tag along, just for a few minutes. It wasn't really a party, there was a keg, but there's always a keg. The boys were just hanging out, and so we chilled there for awhile, talking to the guys.(Not drinking. Going out on Thursday is not the same as drinking on Thursday. It's a school night for pete's sake.) It can be fun or annoying hanging out with drunk people when you're sober, and this time it was fun. Rugby parties are so much less sketchy than frat parties because it's impossible to know all the frat boys, but I'm getting to know most of the rugby guys. They're more interested in each other than girls, and things are really laid back and fun. They like to tease, but they aren't mean. Marie and I ended up staying for kind of a long time, everyone who doesn't live in the house was gone. (mostly because B.T. was hitting on Marie and kept holding her up as we tried to leave.) It was a fun night, and I actually ended up having breakfast with The Marine, so it didn't even matter that he hadn't gone out. He's going away this weekend, but I'm happy with the way things are developing. Slowly. He has a daschound too Mum, so I'm sure you'd like him.