Picnic and Wine Party
Well, yesterday was the picnic and it was all right. Personally, I thought the committee built it up to be something it's not. It was lots of fun for the kids, but the age gap between me and the majority of my coworkers really began to shine through. It was all husbands and wives and their kids and my sister and I were just like "yeah." The food was good though and we got to celebrate making 10 million display panels. The cheap wine party we went to afterwards was much better though. I'll give details on that, but first some pics from the picnic...
That's Jim Dallas's little girl swinging at the pinata and to the right in the pink shirt is my boss, Erin.
Another swing at the pinata.
Finally it breaks and there's a mad dash for candy.
Those are the adult sized trikes we rented. There was supposed to be a blindfolded race with those, but alas it never happened.
The kid in the red shirt is Erin's son, Hayden. He's cute and 3 and basically just stayed in the jumpy house all night.
So anyway, the cheap red wine party was great. There were 9 of us there and 9 bottles of wine - so we each roughly drank a whole bottle each. We each got a glass and the bottles were covered and numbered and we just sort of tasted and commented and laughed our asses off until they were all tried. It was great because you'd get bottle number four and you'd remember how someone had said it smelled like dirty socks and tasted like old coffee, but you'd still have a glass anyway. At the end we all go to rate each bottle on a 1 to 5 star scale (with some halfs and negatives tossed in for some bottles). Then before the results came in we unveiled the bottles and saw who brought what number. Mine did OK. Jen's got the comment that "it could take off someone's nail polish." Both were $7 bottles. Memorable quotes from the evening: "That smells like a tire fire." and "Hey, I'm Mormon. Didn't you see me with my arms around both these girls?" I, once again, stayed pretty sober and drove my drunk sister home who kept mumbling about if I had a good time or not. Ahhh. These are the days of our lives...
That's Jim Dallas's little girl swinging at the pinata and to the right in the pink shirt is my boss, Erin.
Another swing at the pinata.
Finally it breaks and there's a mad dash for candy.
Those are the adult sized trikes we rented. There was supposed to be a blindfolded race with those, but alas it never happened.
The kid in the red shirt is Erin's son, Hayden. He's cute and 3 and basically just stayed in the jumpy house all night.
So anyway, the cheap red wine party was great. There were 9 of us there and 9 bottles of wine - so we each roughly drank a whole bottle each. We each got a glass and the bottles were covered and numbered and we just sort of tasted and commented and laughed our asses off until they were all tried. It was great because you'd get bottle number four and you'd remember how someone had said it smelled like dirty socks and tasted like old coffee, but you'd still have a glass anyway. At the end we all go to rate each bottle on a 1 to 5 star scale (with some halfs and negatives tossed in for some bottles). Then before the results came in we unveiled the bottles and saw who brought what number. Mine did OK. Jen's got the comment that "it could take off someone's nail polish." Both were $7 bottles. Memorable quotes from the evening: "That smells like a tire fire." and "Hey, I'm Mormon. Didn't you see me with my arms around both these girls?" I, once again, stayed pretty sober and drove my drunk sister home who kept mumbling about if I had a good time or not. Ahhh. These are the days of our lives...