Came Up Short

After a looooooooong weekend in North Carolina, I regret to inform you that I am NOT a National Champion. As it turns out, there's only one winner, and we lost. Out of the 40 teams that were there, we finished 4th. An admirable finish, you say? Sure. Except for the fact that we had a legitimate chance of winning the whole she-bang-a-bang. There was only one team that was definitively better than us, and we didn't even get a chance to play them. Oh well, right?

We got to visit the Duke and UNC campuses. If you don't already know, I am a HUGE Duke Blue Devil fan, so the sight-seeing was the highlight of the trip for me. We shopped the Duke bookstore and bought several pieces of Duke apparel. Among the unreal parts of the trip: We got into Cameron Indoor Stadium (where Duke plays their games.) I walked on Coach K Court. I hung from the actual rims that they play on. I randomly ran into Duke Players Jon Scheyer, Greg Paulus, and Brian Zoubeck in the halls of Cameron. I got a picture with Greg Paulus. It was awesome. As for UNC's campus, their basketball arena was closed for renovations. I did, however, get to go through their basketball hall of fame museum. Yes, I was 6 inches away from Michael Jordan's UNC sneakers.

All in all, it was a good trip. Yeah, it sucks that we lost, but we gave it a good run. I had a sweet trip, good times, tons of laughs, and great memories. I'll post some pics when I get them developed.

PS: Dear Tall, Skinny Waitress from NC State Sports Bar,

No, I don't have a girlfriend. Yes, I am tall and relatively muscular. Yes, I feel awkward when you touch my shoulders too many times. Yes, I won trivia. Yes, I am smarter than you. No, I will not call you. No, I will not text you. Yes, you should eat something, Ms. Skinny. Peace out.

4 Day Weekend Post

Why do I have a four day weekend, you ask? Well, I get to wake up at 5 a.m and ride to Raleigh, NC tomorrow. I get to stay there until Sunday. Boo Yah. (or "Boosh," if you prefer) I get to hoop it up with the nation's best basketballers that AREN'T on a collegiate team. Let's hope that I can hold my own.

On to other news, why haven't I posted more often? I have no real reason. Laziness. Lack of fun stuff. All of the above. I can tell you what I HAVE been doing: drinking too much. Why is it that when any one of my friends wants to chill out and drink, I always answer a loud, resounding, enthusiastic, "I'm IN!?" Ugh. Whether it be vodka/tonics at the house with JG, 50 cent drafts at the 40 with Chris, Lauren, and Trent, or Burnett's Sweet Tea Vodka/Arby's Sweet Tea in the hot tub, I have been getting all kinds of drunk on all kinds of days of the week for no reason. There'll be no getting drunk this weekend because of the basketball. There'll be no drinking during the week next week either. Next weekend, however? I'll probably be back on the wagon.

Nothing could be more true

than the E-card shown above. *sigh*

Quick, Late Night Post

Here's the status quo:

• I'm tired from playing approximately 4 1/2 hours of basketball today.
• I smell like a foot. Or ass. Or a foot that's been lodged deep, deep in an ass.
• I want a shower.
  
• I want a post-shower Vodka and Tonic.
• I'm quickly realizing how much I need a lady.
• I'm quickly realizing how far I am getting from having a lady.
• Pandora is hooking me up with "Didn't We Almost Have It All" by Whitney

Bonus Pic

T-Town

Gorgeous...everyday.

Trav, Cavey, and me...Coronas are on special all summer long.

Theme Night: Golf Pros and Tennis Hoes.
That's how we do it.

A little beach volleyball.

Last Post Before FLORIDA!

I'm depressed. Well, depressed isn't the word. I'm kinda sad. No, that's not it either. In a blah mood? No, that doesn't cover it. Slightly perky. That doesn't envelop my emotions. Happy? Too generic. Excited? Not quite, but close. Bouncing off the walls and pumped out of my friggin' mind? Bingo.

In approximately 26 hours time, I will be on my way to the Sunshine State (Ah, Denver. GORGEOUS!). You can derive my emotions from my slightly sarcastic intro. School has been kicking my ass recently. I've been No-Carb dieting, which makes me even more crabby. Daddy is ready for a break. Rest and relaxation is gonna be great. Who am I kidding? We all know that I'm gonna stay out all night drinking, partying, possibly dancing, playing on the beach, eating any and everything that is in front of me, and all in all just living it up. I'll probably come home more tired than I am now. Probably 50 lbs heavier too.

Is It Worth It?

Saint Patty's Day is nearly upon us, and guess what? No green beer for me this year. Moreover, no beer of ANY color for me this year. Tragic. My reasoning? Spring Break is less than a week away, and I plan to spend 80-90% my time on or near a beach. Hence, no shirt (Yeeeeah, hence). If you know me (and if you're reading my blog, you do), you know my "Shirt-Off Policy" all too well. I avoid being seen topless at all cost. This 7-Day span in March is a small exception to the rule. Beer + Me = Chubs. Chubs + Topless = Gross. Gross + Self Image = Tears. If I continue my diet and workout schedule, I predict that I can drop another 5-7 lbs by this weekend. It'll be SOOOOOOOO worth it.

Before

After