I have to say i am extremely dissapointed in how you Americans party with my recent experiences. I just had two games in California (University Rugby) after the games (we won both by the way) we rocked over to a house party in Sacramento. Within one hour we had killed the keg, decimated them at beer pong, i almost died drinking 96% alcohol from Poland, none of our team were wearing shirts, (they all were, what fags) shaved 2 guys heads, had 4 guys pass out, one guy steal a guys gf and 5 cop cars. Im semi conviced they called the cops on us not the neighbors. Go back to the hotel and find out we can get on the roof, moon cars, ends up with 5 naked dudes doing cartwheels on the roof, amusing. Homeless guy wont accept Canadian currency, its worth more now to, dumb homeless guy. Pass out. Sac state were supposed to call us to party again sat night as we flew out from there, they didnt, pussies.
Our next games were at Stanford, to start it off i got in trouble for drinking a beer in public on campus, thats gay. Then we went to a bar where they not only id you for a jug, but each person who gets a glass gets id, fuck it i'm 21 the others can drink out of paper coke glasses, it worked whatever. We sing rugby songs, get a hat from some old dude and drink the bar out of jugs, whatever. Go to a kegger and kill the keg in 30 min, get a new keg, almost kill it solely on keg stands, their team not big on keg stands, what fags. Shirts off party again (duh) have massive wrestling matches on the hardwood floor, knock a guy out, they freak out... we shove him in the recovery position start to drink more, couple guys get into a joking slap-to punch in the face contest...they freak out again, we are like wtf pussies, guys are brothers they get over it and have beers together, they are surprisingly good at beer pong, but not flip cup and really pathetic at drinking syrup. To prove it we challenge the head of a Frat to a syrup chug contest, one beer and 2 quarts later our guy not only wins outright, the other guy cheated by chugging and pouring it out the side of his mouth, pussy. Anyway, our guy wins and manages to not puke it everywhere until way after the other guy, campus po roll by, we leave victorious.
Go to the airport and sleep on the chairs, 30 dudes sleeping and beer farting is not pleasant to the public apparently. get on the plane uber hungover with 4 hells angels, reeking of booze, sweat and syrup. Fly home. Anywho that was my last week
RIP-my ACL, MCL, Meniscus, and tendon in neck...oh and my season, job, trip to New Zealand...etc
To have a great adventure and survive requires good judgment. Good judgment comes from experience. And experience, of course, is the result of poor judgment