Sometimes, the people in the office decide it's a good idea for us to leave our boxes.
They also decide somewhere along the line that Boondocks is where we need to go.
This is what happens:
--Ryan and I shut off our brains around 2:00 PM (1:00 PM PDT, 3:00 PM CDT, and 4:00 PM EDT)
--I warn Brady that if he pukes I will be seriously grossed out.
--Jimmy Dean is played against my will.
--I am mocked for lack of license.
--Dillon lets me lose with my dignity at air hockey.
--We discover that I cannot function without my glasses.
--Laser tag: another thing I can't do.
--I have an unhealthy love for tickets.
--My driving abilities are, in fact, there. At least where go-karts are concerned.
--My mini-golf abilities, on the other hand, are hit and miss.
--Tickets from me + tickets from Brady = 263. And this.
--All he really wanted was a blue sucker. Thanks, Lynne.
--Ryan and I should have definitely gotten the dice.
--Pizza buffets are an excellent idea. Even though I had to sit by Jeff and we are still fighting.
--Tracy instructed us on how NOT to follow up on a date.
--Brady didn't listen.
--Our team won this:
(Pretty sure it's because we're awesome.)
--Brady threatens to make me walk home if I don't drive.
And everyone has a pretty good time, despite over half of us debating earlier in the week whether or not we were even going to go.
Oh, and I may or may not have stolen these.
He'll get them back eventually.