The real story of Nationals from the Perspective of the Peterman

This may take a while, but it will be better for everyone once you know the real truth about what goes on here.
First, when we went to the airport, I had to lug around this bag that my sister filled with her stuff and made me take so i could give it to my mom in Houston when I saw her at the meet. It's red, and overall a nice bag, but it was huge and heavy before I even started packing it with my stuff (everyone knows that girls accumulate tons of stuff during 4 years of college, so I was helping her get rid of it by taking with me to give to my mom). The thing is, that when we weighed it at check in at the airport, and it was 4 and 1/2 pounds heavy (54.5 lbs), and i had to take out a sweatshirt and pants and stuff them into mitch's bag. This is a fairly common thing to happen whenever Lincoln and I go anywhere with our sisters, but it was definitely kind of wierd doing it with my swimmer buddies. That's not all, it's also kind of broken, and part of the bottom that's plastic came off during the transportation. I was relieved actually, and I'm glad to have known that this particular piece of luggage has seen better times.
Ok, next we had to wait for coach to get us our transportation vehicle, and we were waiting around for our luggage. I don’t know about anyone else, but I was exhausted after sitting around for like 4½ hours doing nothing except for watching “Unleashed” with Caleb, and trying to sleep. My feet hurt, my neck hurt, my eyebrows hurt from both frowning and smiling alternately, and my sweat glands were getting overworked in this 70 degree humid weather after a few months of inactivity in Grove City.
Once we got our party van we started driving around aimlessly. No one knew where we were going, and they didn’t think that asking for directions was manly, so we didn’t, and coach was making all these comments about texan’s driving skills. Then we got on the HOV lane, I think it was Chip’s idea, and we drove for 3 miles down a road with no exits, speeding past traffic in the opposite direction that we wanted to go. It was kind of funny, because since no one knew where we were going, and timmy was supposed to be the navigator (and he didn’t have a clue where we were going either even though he had the map) everyone said “left” or “right” whenever we came to an intersection, and it was chaos. I was complaining the whole time that no one knew where we were, but no one would listen, and when I suggested that we ask for directions, I was shut down, and they stopped listening to me. Well, we did get off the HOV lane eventually, and by some fortunate circumstances were able to find our hotel.
Caleb and I are sharing a room at the hotel, so it’ll be an interesting weekend. I called the bed near the window, and settled in. We finally got to get out of our dress clothes that we had to wear (it was a real pain, especially in a van with 7 other guys), and everyone started wearing shorts and flip-flops or crocs.
Then we tried to find the pool. Caleb and I were fortunate enough to have seen an aerial view of the pool during the descent of the plane into Houston, and a local (in the plane) was able to point out the Houston campus to us. That was about all the directions we had, and it was rough going. Once again, we didn’t find it quickly, and it took a long time before we actually got to swim in the pool. We swam our warm-up practice, and it felt pretty nice. The water felt heavy, but it felt nice to finally swim.
Then we went to eat at the Spaghetti Warehouse, and the service was amazing! I felt like I was a king. They gave us what we wanted before we asked for it, and it was super cool. I got this combo platter of 15-layer lasagna (it was really, really good), and manicotti (not so good). Mitch ate too much and was moaning till he threw up, then he said he felt better. Coach said he sounded like a dinosaur. Timmy ate a lot, then laid down on the floor. So yeah it was good. That’s about all I can write about write now, I’ll have more for later.