Elliot has officially left his late-twenties. Today he turns 35, and so last night was his party. A quiet affair, a few drinks with friends? No! This was a party business school-style, with guests divided into teams and long, complex lists of challenges and tasks handed out. Most activities involved approaching strangers and talking to them (having English people on your team was therefore a distinct disadvantage).
After some fevered dashing around Berkeley we realised that co-ordination was the key to multiple points for everyone (this was obviously the lesson of the game!) and so a furtive rendezvous was set up at the infamous Hotsy Totsy. Balloons were exchanged, signs in the toilet filmed, and strangers - who are always more approachable in a bar after you've drunk some beer - were roped in. Then it was all back to Elise and Elliot's to argue about who had performed each task to the letter of the law. I crept off to bed at that point, confident that my team had won...just like everybody else.
Your mission, should you choose to accept it.
It's not a party without balloons!
Eran and I do headstands at Haas, gaining valuable points.
And Fiona gets chalked out...
One of the challenges was to get a photo of another team, hence their unwillingness to pose. Dana's hair looks nice from the back, though.
More points for displaying a "free-standing mohican". Extra surely for picking the bald member of the team to perform this.
Pete eyes up his challenge - feeding someone three marshmallows in three seconds.
