If you’ve never played kickball…then I opine that you had a weird childhood. It’s the kids game that plays very much like baseball except that you do not use a bat and a baseball but rather your feet and a big red ball (or in the case of different leagues, a yellow or orange ball.)
If you’ve never played kickball as an adult though, you’re absolutely missing out. In addition to it being a LOT of fun and a moderate amount of activity, it also can be a complete hashtagshitshow and foster a lot of new friendships.
You may recall from the Frat House post that Kickball is the reason I have super cool friends in Atlanta.
This past weekend was South Florida Kickball Open 2014 (or #SFKO2014, for those of your trying to play along on twitter, which makes no sense since this is a blog post…) 27 teams from across the nation (only 12 of which were from the state of Florida) came down and partied, played and partied. Oops, did I say partied twice? Oh right, well that was on purpose.
Things that I did this weekend include, but are in no way limited to, the following:
I allowed Karen to get me drunk on Friday night at the Meet and Greet on Fireball shots.
I acquired a new wine glass (I asked and was told that yes, I could keep it, so it’s not stealing.
I drank a 40 for breakfast on Saturday and Sunday
I carried, rolled and relocated between 3 and 6 coolers every hour or so.
I helped make and consume the yummiest blended frozen lemonades (courtesy of my bff, Priscilla).
I played kickball.
I watched more kickball (once my team was eliminated.)
I got lost at the after party on Saturday night.
I traded my t-shirt and shorts with others at the bar on Sunday.
I took two 2-4 hour naps.
I possibly didn’t pay for my dinner or drinks on Sunday (but I think I did according to my chase account online.)
I attempted to pass out on the sidewalk outside of my apartment.
I signed up to play in the girls tournament in Atlanta in a month.
I became the “Beezus” of parallel parking.
I mean, I didn’t NEARLY get married or lose my wallet/keys/phone (both done by McNugget in past SFKO years) but it’s not bad for a bender of a weekend. So, apparently I still got it.
And unlike past posts, I didn’t need my sister’s ID or drinking games to make it through moderately unscathed…