I seem to be allowing myself to be talked into things by guys a lot lately... Guy 3, for those of you keeping score at home, asked me to play Ultimate Frisbee. I promised him that I'd suck at it, but he said it didn't matter, so I did decide to play.

It was a rain or shine game, and it turned out to be rain. Thunder. Just three flashes of lightening, though. Laura, who also never played before, and I joked that there were certain advantages to being short, since we weren't the tallest things on the field. The guys pointed out the trees and power-lines, but they looked slightly nervous.

Now, telling someone that a sport is "a lot like football" is a lacking explanation if the people you're explaining to have only a vague idea of how football is played, too. Football is not a sport I understand or follow... it probably sucked to have to explain things to new people, but they did invite us. Occasionally I'd begin to understand things, which is probably how I was able to score two goals without really understanding the rules. Does the person who scores a point usually have to tell a dirty joke? I doubt that's regulation.

Perhaps giving guy 3 the bird when he patronizingly complemented something I did was uncalled for, but I was on Guy 2's team, so the lack of sincerity was apparent. Hey, I can't moon over him all the time, right? Sports are semi-serious business. He did take my request that he duplicate his amazing fall on the grass so I could take a picture in proper humor, though. I was mostly kidding :)

People were still making jokes about the sexual harassment seminar, and decided they rather liked the don't about "Sexual Sneak Attacks" - being the aforementioned grab-ass as well as breast fondling - and decided to scare away people they were guarding by threatening a SSA. Hmm, maybe I should have guarded --

All in all it was fun, and although I'm sore, I'll play again. If asked.

Later on we met back in Portsmouth (Guy 3 couldn't come, sadly) to celebrate the birthdays of Guy 2 and a scorer from math, Ryan. We got kicked out of the first place we went.

Okay, so did you know that you can't drink with a foreign license? You apparently need a passport, and the German girl in question - a friend of Guy 2's - left hers in NY. Our bad luck going to a British pub who'd know that sort of thing. At ten she had to leave, so the rest of us did as well.

Then we tried 3 more bars before finding one who didn't know about the whole passport thing. I didn't like the bar much. It was crowded and loud, so it ruined my expectations of being able to sit around and talk like we have before.

I guess it was okay, but I left at midnight. Who knew that Frisbee would be the highlight of the day?

yup, both of the guys are in the picture but I am not. That's Christy :)