Showing posts with label Games. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Games. Show all posts
Monday, June 16, 2008
Volleyball
Apparently it is possible to become sore from standing around for a few hours and occasionally coming into contact with a volleyball. Although the game I play is called "pretend you're going to get the ball but step away at the last second" -ball. Or "watch the ball hit the ground next to you" -ball. It's really amazing that my teammates didn't commit murder yesterday.
Monday, June 9, 2008
Who Am I?
I don’t know who I am. Well, I didn’t know who I was on Sunday…
Sunday afternoon I was at Miranda’s bridal shower, which I enjoyed. My main responsibility for the event was putting together some games.
The first game was called “Who Am I?” This involved me taping names of famous females, whether real or fictitious, onto the backs of the guests as they arrived. The guests were then to figure out who they were by asking people around them “yes” or “no” questions. I wasn’t planning on participating, since I had personally selected each name and thought it would be an unfair advantage. Miranda, however, decided I needed to play, too, and taped a name onto me.
Guess who the last person was to figure out her mystery identity??? If you guessed “Emily,” you are correct. This being the case, even thought I had a head start on most of the participants. I was working with this information: I was fictitious, possibly a cartoon, had blonde hair and an unbelievable figure. It wasn’t until Miranda exclaimed, “You used to date Ken!” that I had an epiphany: I am Barbie. Or I was, rather, for an afternoon.
On a side note, don’t break into Christ’s Covenant Church. The alarm that goes off is very loud. And the police show up.
Sunday afternoon I was at Miranda’s bridal shower, which I enjoyed. My main responsibility for the event was putting together some games.
The first game was called “Who Am I?” This involved me taping names of famous females, whether real or fictitious, onto the backs of the guests as they arrived. The guests were then to figure out who they were by asking people around them “yes” or “no” questions. I wasn’t planning on participating, since I had personally selected each name and thought it would be an unfair advantage. Miranda, however, decided I needed to play, too, and taped a name onto me.
Guess who the last person was to figure out her mystery identity??? If you guessed “Emily,” you are correct. This being the case, even thought I had a head start on most of the participants. I was working with this information: I was fictitious, possibly a cartoon, had blonde hair and an unbelievable figure. It wasn’t until Miranda exclaimed, “You used to date Ken!” that I had an epiphany: I am Barbie. Or I was, rather, for an afternoon.
On a side note, don’t break into Christ’s Covenant Church. The alarm that goes off is very loud. And the police show up.
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