The Pain Continues...
Lol, although that kind of sounds like a sequel to a horror movie, i guess you've already assumed that it is mearly the next chapter in the re-telling of my saturday (which i decided to tell you about simply because i enjoyed it). And yes, although i do use the words 'pain', 'cripple' and 'tortuous' often, the day was not actually a huge carnage where all we did was work that would put your average minor to shame. No, it's just that pain is often synonomous with humour and "Playing Soccer" just doesn't have the same ring to it as a title, does it. No.
So anyway, we're back at the car park and, realising that it was 4.45 and we were meant to have been at Concordia by 3 to help Benji run a soccer match between us and a heap of Concordia kids (which was supposed to end by five...), we all jumped into various cars and sped (legally, i assure you...) off... i took lauren and mark... but had to stop for petrol - which allowed me to make use of mark and make him use that squeegy thing to clean my windows so that i could see... even though i still couldn't because he didn't do it properly. I think i'm going to have to get myself a new slave :P
Anyhoo, we make it to Concordia eventually. Once there, upon finding an always-irritating little red car parked DEAD CENTRE in the middle of the kerb, therefore meaning that the spaces in-front of and behind this car were too small for my car, i had to deal with an incredibly annoying back-deat-driver/stupid-egotistical-male/moron-who-thinks-he-can-tell-me-how-to-drive-a-manual-when-he-doesn't-even-have-a-license. Ok, so i'd had a long day and wasn't in the mood. Plus, it hurt to use the clutch and my shoes and socks were wet and therefore numbing my feet. So, i feel that i was perfectly justified in yelling at the boy to; "get the fuck out of my car RIGHT NOW"... yes, i did feel better after that. Although, it did mean that, after finally finding a spot where there was no little red car being selfish, i approached reece, josh and benj who proceeded to pay the hell out of me for being touchy and a bad driver. Needless to say, they got verbally slaughtered and mark got smashed in the back of the head. Hmph. These people need to grow up.
Ok, after i had my little outburst, sheila and i sat and watched the soccer. Now, it turns out that no Concordia people showed up, so we just mixed everyone up and started again at 4.45, when we rocked up :P yay! We really are the centre of people's universes! (ok, so i'm slightly hypo...) Anyway... i have no idea who was winning as i was distracted by a) my quickly-getting-more-and-more-frostbitten feet (due to aforementioned wet socks and shoes due to an inability to avoid lakes outside of vans); b) some good looking soccer players who were shedding layers; c) hilarious english kids lying in the mud between the goal posts - who knows why - and d) my camera which was poised to get shots of the idiots who spent most of the 'game' on their butts/stomachs in the mud. *ahem* brad, lauren...
Eventually the game ended, with nodody having the faintest idea about who had won. We all wandered our separate ways, brad and josh pausing to pay a certain buddy of mine out about a certain swimmer of hers and a certain moment they had... before one left to be set up with a 46yr-old neighbour and the other limped off to get changed before we rocked up at his house to take advantage of his tv...
{to be continued... again...}
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