A SHORT TIME TO BE THERE

A couple of summers ago Georgina met Shelly. One of their first dates involved a day of games, bars, and cafes...something along the lines of: meet at City O City for a round of Scrabble, bike to Sancho's for some airhockey, etc. And then they fell in love. And this year was the third such day of games, but these past couple of years they include pals in their date.

Requirements: eye protection. tube socks. an ID. all your inherent geekiness.

As is their tradition, air hockey was the first event.

Team U.S.Gay really got down on the sidelines.



George was a formidable opponent. In fact, while we were all winners (of course), George was the top winner of air hockey.


Brigid rediscovered her deep love of dancing to hippie music (and took the geekiness requirement very, very seriously).

Next stop: a new requirement. Everyone had to purchase a bomber to take to the park.

Next event: mini ping-pong with these weird whistle lips.





And some team photo ops.








The top winner of mini-ping pong eluded the referees. Teams mixed and matched. Rules were thrown out the window. But Brig and Christopher probably take the sassiness award, while Jenny and I for sure won the honors of best net-holding referees.

Next event: Zombie Run. Shelly's phone showed the zombies, who were faster than us even on the slowest, Night of the Living Dead setting. The digital zombies were the top winners.


Back at George and Shelly's we had sack races, and I don't mean to brag, but I discovered my truest talent. Top winner!