Keir came along to the quiz last week. He was just back from a holiday, visiting old friends in Hong Kong and Malaysia. He'd brought Guinness polo shirts for us, trophies from a pub quiz he and his friends had won in HK.
On Saturday, I took part in Beerball.
Last tournament of the year, and to try to enforce a lighthearted atmosphere there was a rule that all players must wear funny hats or wigs while on the field or at bat. I had fetched my
nasal helm from WW's for the occasion. This received many compliments, and was surprisingly wearable through a day's competition of five games in the sun. The Loan Wolves were triumphant, winning the day due to a bizarre rule awarding more points for a loss than a win.
At the social club afterwards, we celebrated Gabriele's 50th birthday. We're lucky that a veteran player like Gabs chose us as the team to return to softball with, and we gave her a card and champagne. Tigger had made a selection of cakes, too. And our final surprise for the birthday girl was a stripper, dressed as a fireman. All of which caused her to declare that we were the. Best. Team. Evar.
Consumed a fair amount of beer, as well as champagne, strong Belgian beer from our "trophy" bottle and, for some random reason, some arak.