Chico: The Tenth Circle of Hell?

 Sleep: None.  Alcohol Tolerance: High.  Sun: Piercing.  Bros: Rampant. 

Going Big In Chico.

At the end of the tournament in Chico I took a shower at home.  My head, under the water, felt like a mine field.  Lots of little explosions of pain all over my scalp.  Apparently, I was so stressed out that I picked about 25 holes in the top of my head, causing it to break skin in various little painful areas.  The best analogy I can make is potholes.  

Chico wasn't that bad.  Its true.  I had a good time, and the company was about as good as it gets.  It's easy to see why Joaq would be so involved in a frisbee community when those involved are so fun, and nice.    

Still a lot of 'frisbee community' insiderness -- but that's how its supposed to be at a frisbee tournament.  Let your freak flag fly.  The good news is that a good number of them are functional human beings outside of frisbee as well.  And a good number of those are fun to hang with as well.  So I had a good time.

I lost my drivers' license, student ID (damnit!), debit and credit card.  Thankfully (for Joaq) I was able to recover my hotel room key.  I spent a good amount of money on two hotel rooms and food, whereas I spent both nights in the fetal position on the floor of James Yeager's hotel room (the first night I had a bed option that I did not understand).  I was not able to work out and was not able to get remotely drunk off beer, remaining remarkably sober and upset at the end of the night -- prompting hugs from lots of nice people that know me.

Unfortunately, I just felt far from home.  Not in a "I'm not gonna make it" kind of way or a "need comfort badly" sort of way.  Just in a "bad acid trip" kind of way.  A sort of irritating, extended uncomfortable inconvenience.  

The frat...

was a movie frat.  It was animal house on overdrive. Strange and ugly.

But I'm home now.  It's sad that I had such a bad impression of the events.  The music was so good (electric feel remix, daft punk, justice, motown), but the dancefloor was not so epic.  Just really bro-freaky.  A little bit farther back, high school style dance circles gathered.  

I think lovefest was too good for me.  Hard to enjoy parties anymore.  I want to rock that hard everywhere.  Not always possible.  And the opportunities seem to slip by narrowly now.