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| PAC's Haunted Headless All Hallows Eve Ball | ||||||||||||||||||||
| A win, the Line, and a F%*king game called TURTLE | Women Rugby Players | |||||||||||||||||||
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Well, PAC B/C side played a weaker West Potomac RFC on a rocky hill across the street from the Defense Intelligence Agency on Bolling Air Force Base. The game was a joke, with several boys scoring including Aussie Paul's (IB #23) first ever try in North America. PAC won the match 56 - 0 and drove immediately up the road to watch our A side playing in the MARFU championships. If PAC wins, they go to the National Sweet 16 for the 10th straight year. If we lose, the 1999 PAC side will be the first not to go in the history of the club. The lower sides go there in time to see the final 20 minutes and drink a bunch of beer. We won the game on a great kick and we partied down at the field for some time. We then decided to try and find Aussie Paul's costume and a man of the match mug (Aussie Paul had been named man of the match.) We found his outfit....the same as mine and we went back to the Bottomline for some cocktails and talk. Aussie Paul had decided to go as me, or should I say, Mini me (Mini Montana) and I was to go as myself. Not very creative, but it worked for the night. We got to the bar and started playing a tongue twisting drinking game called Turtle. We got the stage 9, and could not complete the game. I had went down in flames with my new buddy, Stefan's girlfriend (megan?). We both failed at 9 and were to continue that night at the party. Aussie Paul took off and I made my way to the Rugby House at 500 Garfield. |
We started by inviting the NOVA Women's rugby club, the USUHS Women's Rugby Club, and finally, our good friends the Washington Furies WRFC. There were only a handful of USUHS women and equal number of NOVA chicks, but the Furies were out in force. Some of the girls came dressed as Pink Ladies (Grease is the word is the word) while others came dressed as the Outsiders guys (wife beaters and greased back hair.) You don't know how exciting it was to see the tops being lifted, especially by a pair of sisters that wanted to remain silent (Heather and Mini Heather). Notable NOVites were Lindy and Mo who came as Pink Ladies as well with my good friend and Potential Idiot Sister and all around great gal, Keeler. Keeler is our liaison officer between PAC men and Furies women. She is quite useful in tense negotiations and we all get along with her just fine. She also like to knit, but we will go into that story another time. (We remember Keeler from the NATO BOMB at the Bottomline night last Spring...don't we readers.) Well, the night slowly got more crowded and beer was flowing quite nicely. The above sisters both removed tops to run through the house with Aussie Paul on his Zulu. Several non rugby players were quite amazed at the hedonism involved in a true rugby party. (Little did we know, our girls were second only to the OSU women for going topless that day.) When the night was finished, Brian (IB #5) had made out with one of the NOVites, while Aussie Paul had made advances towards others and had knocked down a set of shelfs in the process. Where was $uperboy during this entire fiasco? To know that answer, you should ask $uperboy, because this IB only saw him at 5 AM in the below pics. | |||||||||||||||||||
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Only at 500 Garfield can you take 3 guys from Washington, 8 guys from NOVA and put them in a PAC Halloween party and have it a smashing success. Several NOVA guys joined Simon, Gilligan, and Rosie at the PAC party and stayed most of the night looking for love, beer, and fun. The NOVA islanders, who had just lost to PAC that day were in high spirits for their first American Halloween party. 4 kegs, 10 gallons of Margaritas and about 10 fifth of alcohol later at 5:30 I left to find my home. Then I realized it was only 4:30 and had another beer. (Day Light Savings Time). The next morning I awoke at 9 AM. Our rugby club does a fund raiser at the Washington Redskins football games selling beer. I drove over to 500 Garfield to try and get a ride with Guges and found myself in a sticky mess of cocktails, carrots, newspapers, and beer. The party had gotten a little out of control at 7 am. Severely Hung over, I grabbed a beer from the downstair fridge......irch. Step back and opened the fridge again. There sat such a site, that all the whos in whosville would cause such a fright. Beer stacked from top to bottom. Heineken, corona and then some. I stared in utter disbelief. Guges came and joined me to my relief. And he explained that a friend had given him the beer. He thought it might go bad this year. He owned a liquor store. He found the job a real bore. He sold the place and took the drink. Now we got it what do you think? 2 weeks later the beer had barely been dented. 20 cases of beer the day after halloween. What a great life. | ||||||||||||||||||||
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