August 21, 2009
The Organic San Francisco summer field trip started with an unorganized two-hour romp through the tide pools, rainforests, and exceptionally realistic taxidermy of the recently renovated Academy of Sciences in Golden Gate Park on August 14, 2009. We had to watch our step at every turn, as the place was teeming with a variety of wildlife, from scampering toddlers to know-it-all 8-year-olds. And at some point between jockeying for position to see the Giant Chinese Salamander and a bowl full of jellyfish, it was collectively decided via telepathy that beer was in dire need.
Once free from the little people, the office met up on the lawn out front and organized into their "classes" with the goal of trekking a leisurely five minutes to the food (& beer). Unless you were in my class, that is. Coach Berger, quite obviously against school protocol and with the apparent goal of getting us a workout, led a brisk, 15-minute walk in the opposite direction in search of an open pub.
Kezar is a lovely neighborhood sports bar open all kinds of strange hours for the myriad of daily sport events from around the world. This day was relatively empty despite both Federer and Tiger (at the time) leading in their respective matches. We downed a few pitchers of lager and attempted to complete our team activities, which was...moderately successful, given the circumstances. One clown car taxi ride later, and only about an hour late, Coach Berger's team finally made it to the picnic!
When you think picnic, if what comes to mind is a grassy field, barbeque, flying Frisbees, light beer, and sunburns, then you've painted a pretty accurate picture of the remainder of our day.
General happenings of note:
A Frisbee was lost when an errant throw sent it into a large oak tree. After many attempts by various departments, it was eventually the clever plan of "throwing things at it" devised by the creative department that successfully retrieved it.
Coach Berger's class won the classic team-building exercise of tossing the unrealized spawn of poultry back and forth in an attempt to not let it break on you, otherwise known as "the egg toss."
In the Class mascot competition, Spud the disinterested potato narrowly beat out Shelly the Eggshell Marmot and Pirate Shane, among others, for the title of first broken in the aforementioned egg toss.
The entire office successfully avoided falling into the alligator enclosure at the Academy of Sciences, putting us well above our safety goals for the day.
Tom "Rockstar" Tully's Shop class were the balla's of the day, cruising around in a limo drinking champagne and generally making everyone else jealous. (At least until their expense reports get rejected.)
Jay Bain has been rechristened iJay for the sheer amount of unnecessary attachments he has for his iPhone. To his credit, about half of them came in quite handy at the event.
The office was notably more tan the following Monday. And by tan we mean red. All-you-can-eat-lobster-buffet-at-Sizzlers red.
Tyler Griffis
San Francisco Summer Picnic: A Class Field Trip
The Organic San Francisco summer field trip started with an unorganized two-hour romp through the tide pools, rainforests, and exceptionally realistic taxidermy of the recently renovated Academy of Sciences in Golden Gate Park on August 14, 2009. We had to watch our step at every turn, as the place was teeming with a variety of wildlife, from scampering toddlers to know-it-all 8-year-olds. And at some point between jockeying for position to see the Giant Chinese Salamander and a bowl full of jellyfish, it was collectively decided via telepathy that beer was in dire need. Once free from the little people, the office met up on the lawn out front and organized into their "classes" with the goal of trekking a leisurely five minutes to the food (& beer). Unless you were in my class, that is. Coach Berger, quite obviously against school protocol and with the apparent goal of getting us a workout, led a brisk, 15-minute walk in the opposite direction in search of an open pub.
Kezar is a lovely neighborhood sports bar open all kinds of strange hours for the myriad of daily sport events from around the world. This day was relatively empty despite both Federer and Tiger (at the time) leading in their respective matches. We downed a few pitchers of lager and attempted to complete our team activities, which was...moderately successful, given the circumstances. One clown car taxi ride later, and only about an hour late, Coach Berger's team finally made it to the picnic!
When you think picnic, if what comes to mind is a grassy field, barbeque, flying Frisbees, light beer, and sunburns, then you've painted a pretty accurate picture of the remainder of our day.
General happenings of note:A Frisbee was lost when an errant throw sent it into a large oak tree. After many attempts by various departments, it was eventually the clever plan of "throwing things at it" devised by the creative department that successfully retrieved it.
Coach Berger's class won the classic team-building exercise of tossing the unrealized spawn of poultry back and forth in an attempt to not let it break on you, otherwise known as "the egg toss."
In the Class mascot competition, Spud the disinterested potato narrowly beat out Shelly the Eggshell Marmot and Pirate Shane, among others, for the title of first broken in the aforementioned egg toss.
The entire office successfully avoided falling into the alligator enclosure at the Academy of Sciences, putting us well above our safety goals for the day.
Tom "Rockstar" Tully's Shop class were the balla's of the day, cruising around in a limo drinking champagne and generally making everyone else jealous. (At least until their expense reports get rejected.)
Jay Bain has been rechristened iJay for the sheer amount of unnecessary attachments he has for his iPhone. To his credit, about half of them came in quite handy at the event.
The office was notably more tan the following Monday. And by tan we mean red. All-you-can-eat-lobster-buffet-at-Sizzlers red.
Tyler Griffis
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As co-tosser of "Spud, the Disinterested Potato", I would like to propose an edit. Spud, although totally uninterested in the game, casually survived several rounds of other smashed mascots before meeting his own end. He was neither first nor last to go, because he just didn't care either way.
Ahhh iJay. He inadvertently came up with the iWedge. For those times when your iPhone or iPod wont stay connected to whatever device you have it in. The iWedge will keep it in place. Thanks Jay. That made for alot of laughs even though you didnt know it.
Cheers,
Mike M.