Party like it's 1999...

Tonight I went to a party I wasn't really feeling up to attending, but it worked out okay.

Nate convinced me to play washers, which is apparently the Ohio equivalent of Daniel's ubiquitous bean bags (which are also popular in these parts). For those of you not familiar, instead of bean bags, you throw--yes--washers, into a square wooden box with a tall cylinder in the middle.

We played until it was ridiculously dark, and Nate and I dominated right up until Paul and Amanda kicked our butts.

Then there were some sparklers.