Lessons

Today I've learned:

• To let Debbie handle things because Brian is too busy being Brian to actually handle anything.
  
  
• Not to rush when trying to refill coolers with Gatorade because in so doing, you will slam your hand into a shelf while trying to grab bottles and thus jack the fuck out of your knuckles.
  
  
• Rugby is mother fucking HARD CORE. Anyone who says different is lying. Today I saw two rugby players slam into each other face first, and in the process, both players broke their noses. AND THEY CONTINUED PLAYING.
  
  
• Rugby players -- generally speaking -- spit, cuss, bleed, curse, grunt, fight, slam, yell, and eat. Essentially, they are 6'2" of walking testosterone, all bollocks and swagger.
  
  
• It's kind of sexy.
  
  
• In fact, it's very sexy.
  
  
• In response, your estrogen will kick into high gear. You will want to bed all of the rugby players.
  
  
• So when only a fraction of the players actually show up to the bar, you will be very disappointed.
  
  
• Never go to Maggianos with Brian, and never let him order. Our poor waitress.
  
  
• Peach Bellinis are sofuckinggood.
  
  
• I have to do all of this again tomorrow.