All things considered, this weekend has been a wash. First, I get up at 3:30am to meet the rest of the swim team and ride down to Georgia, only to discover that one car had elected to drive down the previous night, so as to get a full night's sleep. Wow, guys - would have been nice if that option had been extended to the rest of us. Then we arrive and swim (my times are pretty much the same as always), and though the facilities are gorgeous, the natatorium is freezing (partly because people keep leaving doors open) and we're repeatedly banned from the hot tub and the (warmed, unused) diving pool. (WHY?! It's been fine at other meets.) Then we get shafted afterwards - no award announcement/presentation and no pizza lunch (two things which are pretty much standard among club meets). Meaning that at 4:30pm, none of us have eaten since our 7am Hardees stop. We end up sending team representatives to McDonalds to order double cheeseburgers and fries off the dollar menu, which we wolf down in record time.
We crash for an hour or two, then go to dinner, then come back to get ready for the (80s-themed) party. The four of us girls in my room are last to get back, thus not involved in any pre-drinking, but everybody else is (pretty heavily, I might add). So I end up being DD for one of the vans. Okay, I can deal. Then one of the cars gets pulled over. We're thinking the worst - open containers, citations, the works. Turns out it's just for having both taillights out. (Somehow, despite the fact that there are two people in the front seat and the driver doesn't even have her license with her, he lets her off - probably because she's being a responsible DD for a car full of drunks.) We get back together, then lose two of the cars once we're almost to the party. Upon calling them, it turns out that one car is lost in Hickville and in the other, one of the freshman girls, Dori, is (already!) throwing up, so they've had to turn around and take her back. Once everyone finally makes it to the party (which really wasn't that great), it turns out they haven't left anyone behind with Dori. Great, guys - way to watch out for your friends.
Jamie and I finally organize a first car back at around 1am, but no sooner do we all crawl into bed than more people come crashing in. Amanda, another freshman girl (who is sharing our room, although, thank goodness, not my bed), has thrown up in the (rented, state-owned) van, meaning a group has to go out at two in the morning and buy carpet cleaners and deodorizers. Amanda proceeds to puke, alternately over the toilet and trash can next to her bed, for a good hour. Then we get word that yet another freshman, this one a guy, is (a) passed out cold, (b) naked, and (c) on the toilet. I don't know the sordid details of how they deal with that, nor do I want to. Then, on the drive home this morning, Amanda is still feeling sick and, when we stop for lunch, has to go straight to the bathroom of Zaxby's and throw up some more. Then I get home, exhausted, and have to plunge straight into the homework I didn't get a chance to do all weekend...
And now, to top it all off, the one thing I've been looking forward to all weekend - watching the Jaguars beat the Redskins - has just been taken away too, after an exciting, nail-biter of a game, by a Redskins touchdown run in overtime.