Saturday morning at 10:30 am you could find me and some of my favorite people in the world sprinting down the street in Somerville dressed as barbarians and lumberjacks, pushing shopping carts, screaming out heads off racing to 5 different bars. We almost won the 'race,' if you even want to call it that. However, despite wearing winter boots we all still managed to pull off like 7:30 m/miles from bar to bar - I'd say that's pretty impressive. Chris and I won the first challenge at the bar by being able to get two teabags that were attached to a baseball hat to swing on top of our heads - who knew we were such a talented couple? The next challenge at the next bar we had to get a slinky on our head - again, Chris did that one. He's so good at random, useless talents. I'm pretty sure Colin won the next challenge - pole dancing at the Middle East. We all tied in the next challenge as we were all able to booty shake ping pong balls out of a kleenex box atta...
I like geography best because mountains & rivers know the secret: Pay no attention to boundaries.