It was a weekend of sports and competition. Honestly, I had been dreading it for weeks since I am the least athletic and most injury-prone person in the universe. (See: Worst Day Ever)
We were divided into teams for various competitions involving drinking...
More drinking...
Poker...
Bloodsports...
Batflip - a game where we stood around in a parking lot throwing a bat in the air and taking turns catching it...
Various arcade games...
And laser tag...
Basically it was a bachelor party / 10-year-old's birthday party.
It ended up being a lot of fun.
We went out for a delicious brazilian churrascaria dinner.
It was all-you-can-eat / all-you-can-drink.
Then we piled into cars (don't worry, we had three designated non-drinker-drivers).
And hit the bars of Ft. Lauderdale.
We got PRETTY rowdy.
At one point, Felix got lifted so high into the air that he came centimeters from breaking his hands or the beer bottles in his hands on some high-powered ceiling fans, which would have been A DISASTER. The bouncer came over to yell at him.
In response, Felix and AC just continued jumping around even more aggressively, right in the guys face. LOL.
The bouncer just slapped his hand to his face, shook his head and walked away. Being a bouncer must be the most annoying job in the world.
We were there three nights. And every morning this is pretty much what we woke up to.
Bodies everywhere.
Great weekend.
So glad that I left unharmed.
