Already off the Plan

Well, I'm not surprised, but January 1st has been entirely useless for ultimate anything. I ended up at no fewer than 4 parties last night, had to be carried home and narrowly managed to convince a police officer that I didn't, in fact, need to go to the hospital.

Of course, the evening wasn't without ultimate-- I ran into some former teammates, some rival players and some potential new teammates. Much talk was had, some of it was definitely of the trash persuasion.