Bridget's birthday in Williamsburg. Tea and Coffee theme. Six of us went up to McCarren Park to play ultimate frisby. Had a jogging snowbal fight on the way there. We almost hit innocent bystanders. Some people really got a little too into the frisby game. I was making a run and watching for the frisby, and the next thing I knew, I was airborne and then my head broke my fall in the packed snow. I tripped over someone's snowball fight barrier. Our team (no hats) creamed the other (hats) 6-0. Max had regular shoes on and his pants rolled up. Snow stuck to the rolled up part all the way around. James and I had put plastic bags over our socks but they eventually ripped and we got wet sox like erryone else.
Went back, had some more of our hot totties, which called of some sort for non-gay, non-herbal tea, lemon juice, honey, and gin. People tried beating their pull-up records. Once Mr. Nummey arrived we went out for the beer mile. There were spectators throughout the race. The beer was too cold I don't know why I insisted that we refridgerate it beforehand. There was a huge pile of snow on the course. You could either go around it or go over it. Max was the first to finish the first beer and take off. He later said that the best part of the race was the first 100 feet, then he didn't like it anymore after that.
