Today our team met for a couple hours to start up our next case. My head gets kind of full after hearing all these terms like return on capital, or funds flow, or that return on capital is really just net operating income over total assets minus current liabilities, except that we don't have any of those specific numbers, so we're going to have to back into them. Blah blah blah.
So after meeting with the group, Kelly and I met Karli and Amanda at the rugby game. I was hoping (expecting?) to fall in love with another sport, like I have with soccer. No such luck. I was bored, and the boys' shorts were way too tight.
Luckily, I know the night can only get better. Rebbs is on a date, her thrice-yearly date, and that is sure to prove comic gold. J is on a date, and that'll be fun and interesting to hear about later. And I'm going to play some night ultimate frisbee. But really, let's be honest: the highlight will be Rebecca's post tomorrow on the date. That's what we're all sitting on the edge of our seats for. It's true.
Friday, September 28, 2007
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Rugby's a great game. You just have to understand it to appreciate it, otherwise it looks pretty chaotic. (Maybe you already understand it. Whatever.) By the way, an invite would not have gone amiss....
laura, laura, laura, the rugby shorts are the whole point in going to the games....jk, but i do enjoy watching rugby
The shorts? Really, though? These shorts were very white, very thin, and thus, very see-through. Whenever the boys would bend over to tie shoes, Kelly and I would have to avert our eyes! It was pretty intense.
And most of those wearing the very white, very thin, very see-through shorts . . . you wouldn't want to see that much of them, anyway. Rubgy players are, uh, thicker. I even heard Fred in my head saying, "Hey, he's got a butt like insert-someone's-name-here! That's just wrong on so many levels!"
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