Work is over for another year.

We went bowling for our team Xmas party.

I was a bit confused when we were standing outside on this grass and there were no pins at the other end, and the bowls we had were small and had no holes in them for your fingers.

Apparently we were engaging in something called “Lawn Bowls”.
Old people play it.

You instead get four bowls.
You determine what size bowl you use by cupping your two hands together, as if you were holding an … err.. bowl. The space where the imaginary bowl is, determines the size.

My friend was embarrassed when the instructor initially got him a set of bowls, but they were far too large.
He got my friend to cup his hands together.

“Oh my! You do have small hands!” and he then got him the second smallest women’s-sized set of bowls available.

Zing!
Shamed-out in front of all the laydees!

(Even more embarrassing, my friend said he thought the bowls were still too big! At least that was his excuse for sucking at the sport.)

The instructor couldn’t find bowls big enough for me, though.
I had to settle for the biggest size they had, which were still way too small.

Awwwww shucks.

:)

It was boys vs. girls.

My friend and I teamed up. We kicked girl-butt in the first three games. But then the girls got some special tuition and upskilled amazingly fast. Either that, or all the cheap beer I was drinking in the hot summer sun started to kick in.

So then the girls totally blew us away in the final match, which us boys had arrogantly decided should be a winner-takes-all encounter, to make things interesting.

Bah!

Curse you beer, you make a fool of me once again!

It was so cute, though. The girls were so confident of winning that they were choreographing moves for their victory dance before the game was even half over.

But anyway.

No more work until January 7.

Rock. The Fuck. On.

!