for us by staying at Jason's for a week and gave us her hut, a block
from the beach. Every afternoon our friends would come over and
we would hit the beach, then hit the pool and then hit the bong (actually we
just ate BBQ but I don't think you can take hits of BBQ)...maybe BBQ sauce.
Every afternoon felt like a Friday and every morning a Monday.
Here we are improperly using the life saver rope as a volleyball net...
sorry mom. No kids to rescue with this flotation device. I did have to
save one of Nick's friends from drowning at the beach though....we all
went for a swim when Jamie (a 250 lb guy) turned to me and said the
magic four letter word...or maybe a few of those magic four letter words
like: fuck and help and shit and finally a thanks when I pulled him in to shallower
waters.
Lela, or Lila or maybe she spells it differently, brought her guitar
to one of the BBQs so we all had to rock out
Saturday is a Rugby day!
On Saturday we went to the Annual Corpus Christi Crabs rugby
tournament and this was the first time I didn't play on the crabs team.
Instead a crew of us got together and entered the tournament under
the name Zack Attack. And well guess who F-ing won? These 10 badass
mother f-ers.
The trophy pic
I also won the best hair contest...
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