Ah, so we’re at the restaraunt, good. The track team took up two very large tables (actually, it was more like 4 tables put together – two of those). I’m sitting at the end part of the table with Suzanna, Val, Trevor, Shortkid, and Josh nearby. We notice that there’s a coloring paper thing under out placemats and so we ask the waiters for crayons and commence on drawing. Nothing really special as we only had four colors to use, and Trevor was working on his “masterpiece” with Lorianne. Sooner or later, those crayons ended up in people’s water, and I personally shot three crayons from about 15 feet into someone’s water (believe it was Mark’s). There were soon crayons all over the floor that the waiters ended picking up while we were getting served our food (ooh, forgot to mention, while we were ordering our food, I made a “special” notice to the waiter that it was Lorianne’s birthday…). The food was nice, but I ruined my appetite earlier by drinking a chocolate oreo smoothie, or whatever it was. So we decided to play a game with Lorianne called spoons. Now what you do with this game is you take two people who know how to play the game, and a person who doesn’t. You take a spoon, put the grip part of it in your mouth and try to flick it on the other person’s head while they’re looking downward. The persons take turn until one gives up because of a headache…hehe. Wait, but why do you need the other person who knows how to play the game? You give him the spoon and instead of using the mouth flicking technique on the other person, you just use the helper to wack the opponent as hard as they can while the opponent is bending his head forward. Tricky to explain, but hopefully you see the point. One round is all it took for Lorianne to figure out what was going on, so Trevor and Josh decided to play with Mark. Mark at first was suspicious of Trevor’s presence so I ended up standing up, taking my spoon, and walking out of the room. Once Trevor sat down, I entered the room from behind Mark’s notice and stood poised and ready to strike. Mark began with a weak flick to Josh’s forehead. Then Mark bent down and I swung my hardest on his head. I could feel the spoon vibrating in my hand as I snuck away. In all, Josh convinced him to play this game for two more rounds after which he quit. He was rubbing his head even when we got back to the hotel, ouch! Eek, I’m running out of time to write this, in a class again…will resume the rest of the restaraunt tomorrow if possible.

To be continued…