Girlfriend Doesn’t Understand Allure Of 8 Hour Team Bus Trip To Play 30 Mins Of Beach Rugby

KEITH T. DENNETT | New South | CONTACT

Staring across the kitchen at her dumb as a brick boyfriend, Emily Bell has found herself pondering the complexities of gender. 

“Men really are a different breed,” she sighed.

Watching on as her partner of eight years, Duncan, used his afternoon to borrow her work laptop to help plan his rugby club’s beach footy trip, Emily stood back and wondered why the hell anyone would want to spend such a hellish weekend on sand.

Perplexed at the thought of spending her free will sitting under a beach cabana, covered in itchy sand and the sweat of other stinky rugby players, Em did her best to try and feign interest, before announcing that she wanted nothing to do with the whole adventure.

“So what’s a knock out, as in you could play one game, lose and then have to drive all the way back to Betoota?” Emily asked, as she herself googled the location of the tournament.

“And are you expecting all us girlfriends to go? I don’t think it’s how any of us wanna spend one of the last weekends in Summer…”

Pumping the name of a small Sunshine Coast town into a hotel booking website, Duncan could only slowly nod at Emily line of questioning, and pretend he was listening to her.

And as he jammed his credit card details into booking two 8 bed dorms at a cheap backpackers hostel, Duncan smiled knowing he had just committed himself to an absolutely gun weekend of good times with the boys.

“Yeah babe, it’s like near Caloundra! We’ve got eight boys saying yes, four have said maybe, so that should be enough given it’s a 10s comp.”

“We’ll hire a bus and that’ll have room for two beach cabanas and the team esky. If you can just drop a car load of boys to the clubhouse on Saturday morning we’ll say our goodbyes, and you won’t see us again til very late Sunday night, when we’ll be sore and sorry and extremely hungover.”

“It’s gonna be great!”