Teaching my coworkers the rules of flip cup today was sort of like watching a just-born fawn teeter around a grassy knoll, trying to comprehend newfound movement as its wobbly knees decide whether to trust the weight of the body they're attached to.
It's for a story. But God bless them, they weren't getting it. " So I flip it, but it doesn't have to be in any particular position?" "And if I don't flip it, I have to slam another drink?" "Wait - it's like a relay?!"
One of my coworkers almost had a heart attack after I told him quarters is "a little bit old school". But then they all started throwing out phrases that the reporter could use to disguise himself in a bar full of youngins such as "Man do I love that Fifty Cents!" or "I am definitely down with that."
After asking the bar what time they usually "get rolling," the reporter found out that the event he is attending doesn't even start until 10 pm. "That's when I'm usually flossing my teeth!" he exclaimed.
He's totally going to blend in.
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
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