Somehow, I seem to have left out the detail from our Sunday evening BBQ that would be most likely to amuse people…

We played beer pong.

Yes, I know. I’m no longer of beer pong age, and frankly, my desire to play such a game is pretty much non-existent, but Kyle decided we really needed to play, team style… he and his girlfriend, and David and me. And they play a pretty softcore style (one beer fills up three cups, so in tag-team beer pong, each player only ends up guzzling one beer at most), so we let ourselves get talked into it. And you know what?

The French team, which had come out of retirement only for this special occasion, was victorious! Allez les bleus!

Photographic proof of this event: