Caribou Cafe, esp a large cup of Mint Condition. Their Espresso Truths win my vote. This particular one rings true every single day for me.
Aibi and Joseph with what they call their Abu Sayyaf scarves – oooh, see how my blog suddenly pings the anti-terrorist watch!
Scott organised it (I organised the bus!) and although the turnout was less than expected, we still had two decent 10-man teams.
We had to wear these masks to obviously protect our faces, eyes and ears. But it was hot and so difficult to breathe in them.
Because I couldn’t trust anyone with my camera, I don’t have any action photos. I’m waiting for Olga to send me her photos. At the end of the four 10-minute games, we had buffet! Yay! Grilled chicken, fish, beef and Arabic starters were served. Yummy.
Of course there were badges of war. I got hit in three places by That Damn Texan (Dave Burke) who snuck around a deserted house and fired at me and Raju at less than 5 meters away. He was not supposed to fire within 5 meters. He did apologise afterwards saying he got carried away.
Bruise #1. Not painful at all actually. The pain was minimal at the time I got hit, like someone threw a rock at you really hard and then nothing. The bruise looks worse than it really is. This was on the way home after the event.
Knitting news and update to follow soon.