There were 3 teams in the mini tourney.  Kent Island, North Bay, and PAC C side.  We walked on the pitch and quickly swept he tourney.  Afterwards we headed to the bar for some cocktails (Beer), threw Harry in the Naked Hooker Toss (see mudcrabs story) and drank a bit more.  It was the last weekend of rugby before summer and we were all a bit broken up that our season was coming to a close.  

We headed back home, and Big Jim (another Idiot Brother) volunteered to drive us home.  We jumped into Godzuki, my trusty Suzuki Sidekick and I played DJ, mixing Poison, Warrant, Ratt, Motley Crue and a bit of Ozzy.  Jim, more a fan of Bach, tolerated it til we arrived into DC.  

It was fairly late so we headed to the line (8 pm) carrying our trophy.  The big trophy was a testiment of fun and rugby.  We quickly had the bartender fill it and we drank from the big chalace.  ALL night.  A wedding party arrived and we made them drink from the cup too.  Harry and I were the only 2 to remain...none of the guys showed up and Jim left early.  So Harry and I preceded to get shitfaced.  

Harry's x girlfriend came in with some of her Rowing friends and I preceded to hit on several. Harry preceded to drop his pants and fart on all the girls.  He was a mess.  We were soon asked to leave around 3 am and headed home.  WE had a busy day the next day.  We were off to see Bon Jovi.  

I woke up, went for lunch, still carrying the trophy and we got to the arena.  Harry had some friends that had a box so we sat in style, free beer, wine, booze, and little crab balls.  We watched the warm up band (who was pretty good) and then BJ came on.  

The entire night, Harry and I kept hording the beer under our seats so we would have beer for the entire night.  When that ran out, we drank wine, and ended the night with booze.  Needless to say we were pretty shitfaced at the end of the concert.  

My former spouse loved Bon Jovi, so I gave her a call from the arena and let her listen and wished her all the best.  She was just annoyed and told me that I was taunting her that I got to go and she didn't. That was not my intention, but it kinda laid the groundwork of where I stood in her life now.

So we are leaving and this cute little southern girl walks up to me and starts talking to me.  We start dancing slow and she is telling me how I am so cute or what not (I am not sure I wasn't really listening) when all of a sudden she gets nailed with a crab ball.  Then another and another.  Harry was lobbing crab balls at this girl.  She left and got the security and we were asked to leave.  I smuggled a bottle of Rum out and we departed on opposite subway trains for home.

I took several sips of  the rum on the train, scarying the bejeezus out of everyone on the train.  Singing Living on a Prayer at the top of my lungs and sipping on rum.  Scary pirate looking thing.

Harry didn't have as fortunate of a trip back.  He passed out, went to the end of the line, the trains closed down, and he had to cab home.  The rest of the story of Harry is left out to save his embarrassment.

Good night in a week of hard feelings.