Boy am I going to feel it in the morning...
The Company Picnic
I was approached the other day and asked if I would be attending the company picnic held today. I said I was going to pass, as Sunday is the only day of the week that is entirely my time. Then it was not-so-subtly brought to my attention that maybe my department's morale surveys have scored so low in the past two quarters because guys like me never showed up for social events and showed the newer employees we cared about them. Nice hit.
Needless to say I showed up to the company picnic. Not one to succumb without swinging, I did show up in my prized Vengeance Unlimited Tshirt with Michael Madsen giving the middle finger. Alrighty then. Comments were made.
The flyer for the picnic listed athletic activities such as basketball, football, and volleyball. Me knowing a bit about my own staff as well as the rest, I knew someone was going to have a soccer ball in their car... Da, da, daaaaaa. Lace those Sambas, get on out, off I go to kick it about....
When I got there, the grill was going and both a basketball and volleyball game were going on... Now, LBG and I are a great sand volleyball team, so you probably are thinking which game I'm going to go over to. WRONG!!!! Well , you're partially right. I went to the volleyball game, not because I play, but because three hot chicks were playing two guys. Of the two guys, one was married and the other was a brother to one of the chicks. Oh, yeah. Giggity, Giggity. I like my chances...
Well, two of the chicks were asian, and I'm thinking were ringers from a PAC-10 University volleyball squad. Man, oh, man they were good. I thought I was going to spend my evening on the volleyball court expending a minimum of sweat and just looking at three luscious pieces of eye candy in tied up Tshirts, low-rise pants, and short shorts jumping around... wrong. Fun was had, though.
Then the footy players showed up, including one of my guys who was born and raised in Ghana, west africa, but played football in England. It's showtime.
After a few games of ASS(for the uninitiated, thats a game where you juggle the ball until someone allows it to hit the ground. If they do this three times, they have to bend over against a wall while the others each try and blast the ball at......their ASS. See you're getting it...). After a few games of this it was 3 v. 3 time. I was astounded that I wasn't winded in the least, as I haven't touched the ball in about a year. Man I've forgotten how great it is to kick. Ole.....ole, ole, ole.....
Needless to say I DID have fun, saw what all the little hotties look like in summer clothes rather than business attire, and managed to walk in the door to the house tonight thoroughly sated by rich Soccer goodness.....
Better watch out, FlippinFlipper now it's my mission to get yer hubby and LBG out there on the pitch playing footy on a Co-ed indoor soccer squad...and I don't want to hear about your back, biker boy, you can always get a new one....
I was approached the other day and asked if I would be attending the company picnic held today. I said I was going to pass, as Sunday is the only day of the week that is entirely my time. Then it was not-so-subtly brought to my attention that maybe my department's morale surveys have scored so low in the past two quarters because guys like me never showed up for social events and showed the newer employees we cared about them. Nice hit.
Needless to say I showed up to the company picnic. Not one to succumb without swinging, I did show up in my prized Vengeance Unlimited Tshirt with Michael Madsen giving the middle finger. Alrighty then. Comments were made.
The flyer for the picnic listed athletic activities such as basketball, football, and volleyball. Me knowing a bit about my own staff as well as the rest, I knew someone was going to have a soccer ball in their car... Da, da, daaaaaa. Lace those Sambas, get on out, off I go to kick it about....
When I got there, the grill was going and both a basketball and volleyball game were going on... Now, LBG and I are a great sand volleyball team, so you probably are thinking which game I'm going to go over to. WRONG!!!! Well , you're partially right. I went to the volleyball game, not because I play, but because three hot chicks were playing two guys. Of the two guys, one was married and the other was a brother to one of the chicks. Oh, yeah. Giggity, Giggity. I like my chances...
Well, two of the chicks were asian, and I'm thinking were ringers from a PAC-10 University volleyball squad. Man, oh, man they were good. I thought I was going to spend my evening on the volleyball court expending a minimum of sweat and just looking at three luscious pieces of eye candy in tied up Tshirts, low-rise pants, and short shorts jumping around... wrong. Fun was had, though.
Then the footy players showed up, including one of my guys who was born and raised in Ghana, west africa, but played football in England. It's showtime.
After a few games of ASS(for the uninitiated, thats a game where you juggle the ball until someone allows it to hit the ground. If they do this three times, they have to bend over against a wall while the others each try and blast the ball at......their ASS. See you're getting it...). After a few games of this it was 3 v. 3 time. I was astounded that I wasn't winded in the least, as I haven't touched the ball in about a year. Man I've forgotten how great it is to kick. Ole.....ole, ole, ole.....
Needless to say I DID have fun, saw what all the little hotties look like in summer clothes rather than business attire, and managed to walk in the door to the house tonight thoroughly sated by rich Soccer goodness.....
Better watch out, FlippinFlipper now it's my mission to get yer hubby and LBG out there on the pitch playing footy on a Co-ed indoor soccer squad...and I don't want to hear about your back, biker boy, you can always get a new one....
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I'm talking building a squad including ourselves in a Co-Ed league, not going after you guys. I think I've got the bug again...
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