I am the games champion of the company picnic! Consequently I am the proud owner of a bunch of crappy mutual fund logoed gear: a duffel bag, a sweatshirt, a mug, two hats for some company I've never heard of, and some golf tees. I'm forbidden (in a ha ha sort of way) to bring the duffel bag in to work, since that company has no SRI funds whatsoever. Har. The logo on the sweatshirt is very discreet, though, so I actually quite like it, except for how it's big enough to be a bit loose on boy, let alone me.

I could probably trade it in for a smaller size. I could call up the mutual fund companies any day of the week and ask for this stuff without participating in embarrassing team sports, but whatever. It's sort of nice to think that the last memory of me some co-workers will have is carrying cotton balls in a ladle, blindfolded, while wearing yellow clogs. Beats "photocopying in a black suit," maybe. My super-triumph was in the engineering challenge. We were given a bag full of household goods (balloon, nail, safety pin, rubber band, paperclip, pen, wooden propeller and axle, clothespin (no spring) q-tip, straw) with which to make a device to travel 5 meters as fast as possible without being touched. In the event of a tie the team that used the most items won. Two teams blew up their balloons, shoved everything else inside, and blew them slowly along the course. One team was smart enough to not put the nail in the balloon, heh, so they actually made it across the finish line. My dad's team made a little airplane! This was quite clever, but sadly the materials were a bit too heavy to be propelled 5 meters by the flimsy rubber band, so it didn't get to the finish line even after 5 tries. I took the straw and blew it across the course in 8 seconds. Ha ha. The games organizer was kind of annoyed that I won - she was rooting for someone who used all the stuff she's painstakingly assembled. Nyah nyah.

So yeah, outwitting drunken co-workers, fun times I guess. I usually judge how fun the bbq was by how many vodka coolers it takes for me to enjoy it. This year: 2, down from 3.5 last year. That reminds me I have alcoholic rootbeer in my fridge that's been there like 6 months. I should have brought it; at this rate it'll stay there another 2 years. I don't like to drink alone, my friends don't drink or anyway not with me. Maybe I'll save it up against future drunken university antics; I understand health sciences students are very good at neglecting their health. Drug and alcohol abuse is shockingly high among pharmacists. !

Ho ho, time to make a cape beofre band practice.