There might be something I love more than the beach.

This past weekend was my first ultimate tournament of the summer - and it was a fucking blast. As if anybody couldn’t distinguish the sheer joy from the pictures! I met a whole bunch of incredible people this weekend, and gotten another slice of life through frisbee. It’s times like these that I actually feel like I got something out of college.

Beach frisbee is the funnest thing ever because when you dive and fall, nothing hurts. And yeah, I totally wore my victoria’s secret one piece.

After a day of tanning and diving into the sand for the disc, the adventures continued in the two cramped motel rooms for twenty people. The first night on the floor I knocked out after laughing for hours with my teammates about the long drive to southern california. The next night? Even more ridiculous. Beer, king’s cup, movies, and the porno-parody game. What could be better. Of course. Sleeping with one of my girls for the night! The hilarious part was that, on the other side of Mombika, we managed to fit another three people. Five people spooning on a full size, definitely an experience.

I’m sunburnt, brown, and tan-lined. But I left socal with a smile plastered on my face.

I love the beach, but I love my team more.