Saturday: Frisbee parts One and Two

In classic procrastination mode (which desperately needs to stop) I went and played Frisbee twice on Saturday, once with my friend Ken, once with my friend Sarah.

The first time, there was contact (though not really conversation) with strangers twice:

1) The interesting old man who watched and gave a running commentary.
2) A very serious five year old boy who asked to play (of course we said yes!)

The little boy was perhaps the more interesting. He asked to play, and barely said another word, except when I told him that Ken was old (“Him?” he asked, pointing), and a “Thank you,” at the end (prompted by his mother).

The kid was, by the way, a considerably better thrower than me. Sigh. At least I’m still taller (take that!).

Given the nature of the lack of conversation, I can’t really give this points in the usual way. I have, however, given points for high fives previously (still a favourite moment), and thus I think I’ll assign an arbitrary number for strangers joining in Frisbee.

Ergo:

Frisbee: 20 points.

WHAT I LEARNED:

I’m not a terrifying grown-up!

The second time:

Like the first time, neither Sarah nor I can take any credit. The strangers really deserve all the credit. Note: strangers… i.e. plural.

It was evening, and Sarah and I were rather pitifully tossing the Frisbee back and forth. A voice came from an advancing group of young men, “Over here!”

I turned, “You want in?” I asked. He nodded. I’m not sure if it was on account of my bad throw or his bad catch, but he didn’t get it. They threw it back to us, then crossed the street to the Beer Store.

Shortly after, one came back. “The line was long and I didn’t want to wait,” he said. “I came back to play.” We cheerfully soon discovered that he was not any better than ourselves, which was also true of one of his friends who joined us shortly thereafter. The four of us played for a bit until the rest of their friends reappeared. They packed up asked, “So, are you girls just playing frisbee all night?”

“Pretty much,” Sarah said.
“We’re going to a party,” one said. “In Hull, you should come.” Upon further reflection, he added, “On Hull street.”

We’re still not sure where he meant... they weren't walking towards Hull...

WHAT I LEARNED: If you don’t actually want to invite strangers to your parties, figure this out BEFORE you open your mouth and only give half an address.

POINTS: FRISBEE: 20

TOTAL: 40 points