Spring Break/Weekend Update

I have found time to update my blog!

Spring Break involved practice, no time for naps, goose shit, and callused/blistered fingahs. And more practice. I don't always look forward to Spring Break in lovely New Gross. It isn't South Padre Island or the Bahamas or even Delaware. But it's time to spend with teammates both on and off the water and not having to worry about class. But even without our usual busy schedules, we didn't really have time to relax considering we had to get ready for the second practice. And by the time the second practice was over, we had to rush to get to team activities...

Battered hands

But all wasn't misery last week! 

• A gay bar in the city Monday night with Tor - unfortunately no one got us free drinks because it was a man bar. We didn't get meat tagged...not even a compliment on our appearance! Too bad for thinking I was gonna get taken care of by a lesbian.
• Battlefield LA Tuesday night with some peeps from the team. The movie was pretty much a promotional video for the Marines. But it was uber action-packed - I was leaning forward the whoooole time watching the screen. 
• Pizza partay at our teammate's house. I made a devil's food cake with chocolate frosting. I told everyone I sprinkled ecstasy in it...which probably explains why only Tor ate a piece. 
• St. Patty's Day shenanigans. After a long, hard row at the ass crack of dawn, I did that whole Irish thing - celebrated it with all that green shit ya know. 
• Rowed in the single for the first time Friday morning and got a great work out...just paid for it the following weekend with sore arms...the weekend ensued in Jersey at Tor's house with some friends and her hilarious cousins and parents. Great company, laughs, tons of food and booze, Woodbury Commons deals (got me a Michael Kors winter coat for 40 bucks whaddup), watched and loved The Foitahh (The Fighter w/ a Boston brogue), and ended Spring Break with some debauchery in Pearl River for the St. Patty's Day parade with a special guest: Brizzy Poo, my twin brothahh. I call him my (fraternal) twin because we share the same birthday which is coming up in a few weeks :) 

Our school's pipe band tearing it up in Pearl River

Seeing Frump get wrecked in Pearl River was a sight to see...

Me: "Oh, there's XXXX. He just puked. Okay, now he's being escorted out of the beer garden..."

And then after he was kicked out of the bar, he proceeded to order his SECOND corn beef samich and knock over a box of hundreds upon hundred of packets of salt & pepper. Class. Oo-rah!

Overall, the week was phenom despite the blisters and calluses and the weekend ended off right. We had indoor practice yesterday due to the weather. Surprisingly, I did an excellent job pulling my effing heart out on the erg. Maybe I should binge drink the weekend before every tough practice :)