Friday....8:00pm. I nearly ram us into a telephone pole and decide someone else should drive. Detar, having driven around my block, is fully compentent, and manages to do a pretty good job save for a stretch on the side of I-95 where he couldn't get the car to move. Hot Scott keeps things going by playing lots of Mariah Carey and singing all the words. I sleep, and dream of Price Pfister faucets.

Saturday....1:00am Hot Scott misses the turn for 301 south to Starke, and we drive along I-10 for about 50 miles looking for a turnaround. Nice job, Hot Scott.

Saturday....2:15am We arrive at the SUPER 8 motel, and after calling next door to inform them we had arrived (nice of us), bs for a minute and crash. Detar and Hot Scott start to hook up. I pretend not to hear.

Saturday...9:00am Thanks. Wake up call. I love it when people answer the wakeup call and say 'Hello.' Um, dumbass, no one is calling to talk to you. Remember when you said you wanted a phone call at a certain time? Well, that's what that is. Pick up the phone and then hang it up. No one will be offended. Hot Scott and Detar finish hooking up. Long session, boys.

Saturday....9:50am UNC vs Tennessee. We get behind early and I'm pissed. Tennessee sucks and we should win, even with no subs and Brian 'the wall' Fowler in goal for them. Eventually we pick it up and win 7-5. They really miss curbboy.

Saturday....10:45 am Bagels Unlimited is 'closed due to fire.' 'Why was there a fire?' Woody asks. After assurances from all of us that we have NO FUCKING IDEA, he shuts up. We saw a wreck, that was cool. Some lady backended a redneck. Might have been a brewhaha, but we left for Joe's Deli. Where we watched the Real World casting special, Detar and Woody stole some sweet glasses and the waitress made eyes at me. I parlayed it into free refills of sprite. LATER.

Saturday.....11:30 am Coates elects to stay at the pool 'to work on his tan.' Coates, one of the female freshman from Illinois (or wait, maybe Colleen is the only one in that category) already thinks you are hot and sexy enough - take it easy. Back at the hotel, Adam arrives. Fresh off a math conference, he proceeds to dazzle us with an indepth discussion of the z-transform. Thanks, nerd. Efird waxes on about some topic. I think he was trumatized by the cleaning lady. When she accused him of not flushing after himself, and he waffled, she pointed at him (if you know what I mean), and (with her spray bottle in hand) said 'Take it out and I'll clean it.' thanks.

Saturday 3:30pm UNC vs Florida. Rojas proceeds to tell me how is going to us his great breakaway move on me. Sorry, dink. Never happened. We get behind 3-1, but Jeremy fools Renus with an extra slow 2 ptr and we end up winning 5-4. What a great win. Plus, it was their parents' weekend, which made it all the more sweeter.

Saturday 500 pm. Back to the hotel. FSU is next for our juggernaut and we are determined to let nothing get in the way.

Saturday 710pm UNC vs FSU. we get behind early, then tie it up, and are trailing 5-4 entering the fourth. But goals by Coates, Jeremy, and Detar win it for us, 7-5. Later Seminoles. I am super psyched. That was a perfect letdown game but we hung together and pulled it out.

Saturday 800 pm. Fazoli's. Piles of breadsticks. Fiberglass Ice. Shitty pizza. Math discussions, detar and jeremy 'can't imagine that there is anything left in math to research.' yeah, you guys are pretty smart. I wish the Loop was still open.

Saturday 930pm Adam does Detar a big favor.

Saturday 1100pm Onto the party. The party was actually looking pretty good. Woody had some Mad Dog 20/20, later, and everyone was mingling nicely. Then the cops showed up and closed it down and that stunk. Efird whined about leaving for a while.

Sunday 1230 am Adam quenches any talk of going out and it's crash time.

Sunday 2:00am 1:00am. (ha ha, get it)

Sunday 1130 am UNC vs Florida SCC Silver Championship
We played well - 1-1 after the first, but then we just got tired, understandably, and they turned it up. 8-4 final, but I was happy with the chances we had, and I feel like we proved we are not a walkover. I let in some stuff i shoudn't have, but it happens. We got a cool plate for 2nd.

Sunday 100pm HOME. Only woody and I know what we went through. Oil lights and temp gauges and fires in the engine being put out by powerade and traffic jams and freaks and the glorious sight of exit 273B at 10pm.

love ya,
aaron

QUOTES FROM THE WEEKEND (courtesy of Jeremy)

1- Our discussion before the UF victory.

Jeremy: They have many, we have few
Aaron: They are talented, we suck
Jeremy: They are fast, we are slow
Scott: It should be an interesting game
Aaron: That's why we play them.

2- "Its Lithium, Bitch! Prozac is for Pussies!"
-Scott Martin, UF explaining why FSU goalie doesn't wig out anymore

3- "I don't give a shit, I am gonna be all fucked up!"
-Detar, when confronted about his plan to stare at Rojas's girlfriend all night.

4- "I am gonna have that fat Samoan's teeth in my pubic hair!"
-Scott Martin, UF yet another wonderful commentary regarding a certain refree that has angered him

5- Aaron: What exactly does Sir-Mix-Alot do now?
Adam: I believe he mixes... alot.
An intellectual conversation regarding the Real World in Seattle

6- Adam: Man, Scott your nose is red.
Scott: I complements my eyes!
Enough said.

7- "Is your name, Retard?" - Jason Rojas, UF questioning what we call Scott Detar

9- Where the hell is Lee?!" -Jeremy at 8am wondering where the rest of our team was

10- "That's OK I know all of you by your Mom's names"
-Byronny from State in reply to why we call him that (he hooked with a girl by that name, it is rumored he is also called FAS)

11- "SUB!!!" -Efird

12- "I'd frame that one if I could." -Andy in regards to his nasty release of methane

13- "Where are all the UNC women?" - Scott and Jason from UF

14- "Did you see us house that team? They even had a guy named Mutha Fuckin Evil. And he didn't even name himself that!"
-Scott Martin, UF describing a game that I am sure he stayed dry for

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