the great alaska jamboree

So this weekend was the one big Alaska Ultimate tournament, so here are the highlights:
-I joined a team that 2 of my summer league teammates were on. (An informal, 1 weekend type thing) As it turned out, most of the players had never played before, so we got killed all weekend (an admirable 0-6 record), but I had lots of fun. (I did a little handling...a testament to the badness of my team, and got lots and lots of playing time. so fun!)
-Saturday night was the big party (fun, but lame compared to supermona festivities). The theme was Red Neck mardi gras and I did a good deal of dressing up. [Think: rope suspenders, pregnant, braids, tattoos drawn in eyeliner (tramp stamp, a bicep tattoo and a chest tattoo)] So, I currently have the remnant of a heart that said "Billy Bob Joe" on my arm.
-After the games, the team captain was given a big bag of brownies and was offering them around. I knew to be suspicious but he said that they were normal brownies. Now, there was a little 10 year old boy (named Johnny) on my team. Johnny had a brownie. I didn't know this though. Johnny was at the party and swaying and talking about how the whole world was spinning. So I asked Johnny whether he had been drinking. He said no, so I was just confused, and let him be. He later stroked his brother's face. On Sunday, I heard the whole story and found out that the brownies were indeed special. Someone mentioned to Johnny on Sunday that there may have been grass in the brownies (that he ate Saturday), but we weren't sure that he knew what that was. Poor kid.
-I ran into someone wearing a CT ultimate shirt, so I started talking to him. I was trying to figure out whether he knew any Supermona people from summer league. He turned out to be quite a creeper (and gross and probably pretty old). (After our short conversation that ended, he followed me to my stuff and asked for my last name. why did I give it to him? He later nudged me and told me he'd like to see more of me in a very expectant tone. i said oookkay and told him i'm around at the ultimate fields at yale. uh oh...perhaps a large mistake. beware of alaskan creepers)