Adult Field Day

So Saturday was the Adult Field Day - The First Resurrection. What an awesome time! Bryan and Alison started this absurd event 2 years ago, with a one year hiatus because of rain. They are some good friends that I used to work for out here. This year's gathering consisted of about 30 people, 2 teams. CJ (the guy currently on our couch) and I carpooled together and ran a little late because of a traffic jam. Bri met us there a little later. Once we arrived, there was a meet and greet volleyball game in place, beers in hand. We then gathered for the team selection (ours was stacked!) and Mark, another buddy of mine, carried in the torch and lit the "flame".
The first event was the "shoe find relay". Each team member had to run down to the drinking stand, slam a beer or a jello shot, and then find their individual pair of shoes mixed up with the others. Then the shoes were adorned and the team member ran back. Our team CRUSHED Bri's team in this event, as well as almost all of the other events. There was also the option for a pinch drinker, but I don't think anyone took advantage of that. Next we were on to the "500 event". This was a simple game of 500 with frisbees. Each team had two throwers and a score keeper for the opposite team (eliminating the cheating). Of course we won this event as well. By the way, Mark is awesome at 500. Then we felt bad and offered double or nothing, which was later negotiated to a 2 out of 3. Naturally we won again. Then we were back to the drinking stands and relay arena for the buddy planks. This was the classic relay with two people walking on planks, which we won yet again. It was getting ugly. Bri met a new friend and plank partner, who happed to have worked for the same rafting company we worked for. He worked there long before we did.
Next was water balloon volleyball. Each team paired up in two's with a towel. Instead of using hands, you had to use a towel to catch and throw the balloon. Standard volleyball rules. The other team finally won an event. They were a little better at this, especially when multiple balloons were in play at the same time. Not to worry though, we were still severely beating them overall.
Next was Dodgeball, my bread and butter. This time there was no nudity though. We played with sponge balls soaked with freezing cold water. And, of course, our team ruled it. We even took the side with the sun in our eyes. This arena wasn't quite as extravagant as most of my previous dodgeball experiences, but it worked all the same. Once you were out, the unofficial rule was to pound a drink. I don't think anyone had objections.
As far as I can remember, the next event was the last one. My memory had gotten a little fuzzy by that point. The Beer Obstacle course was the final event, and rightfully so. Not only had we been drinking during the games, but we had 5 minute recesses for pounding drinks in between the games as well. This consisted of a tube, waterslide, rubber chicken, hula hoops, spoons, ping pong balls, and of course beer and jello shots. It was done in relay fashion like most of the others. The team member started by running from the starting line down to the tube. After fitting through on of two tubes, they then jumped on the slip and slide and had to grab a rubber chicken from a hula hoop on the way down. Then a beer was slammed at the drinking station. After chugging, the chicken was thrown back up the hill through another hoop. Then a ping pong ball was carried on a spoon down and around a cone. The participant then ran back to tag the next victim. I regretfully must admit that we somehow lost this one, which Bryan strategically made worth enough point for them to still win. Even with his sneakiness, everyone knew who the real champs were.
After the events, we all relaxed with Jim's Rocket Fuel Margaritas. Alison had quite a sandwich spread, along with snacks, desert, and soup. What an awesome time! Oh yeah, one more important piece of information. My neighbor Joel passed out about half way through the games, disappeared, and was later found walking down the highway barefoot. Priceless.