Last night at Nick's
I think I threw out my shoulder catching a trust fall, but Milkmade’s homemade rooibos & cinnamon ice cream more than made up for it.
{With Magdalene & Sara.}
{This ain’t Snoop Dogg’s gin & juice.}
I loved Nick’s eagerness to explore “HR-style games,” but the games that involved putting your bodily health in the hands of strangers turned me into a Nervous Nellie. When you play them on retreats, there are elaborate rituals. For example, before a trust fall, the faller says, “Prepared to fall,” catchers respond, “Prepared to catch,” faller says, “Falling,” catchers respond, “Fall away!” The casual “3, 2, 1” countdown struck me as risky. But faithful readers know I’m accident prone as all hell, so I tend to assume the worst is about to happen. Judging from photos taken after I made an early exit, bonds were forged while bones went unbroken.
PS: Many people asked me last night, “So, is this your first one of these things?” I’ve never heard that question at Nick’s before. I suppose we have a little article to thank for that.
And the answer is nope, I was at what was apparently the first of his tea parties, way back in Feb. 08. I brought Obama and Clinton cakes. It was sufficiently odd, and we became friends.
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