shaving cream is never a good idea

last wednesday we needed to come up with an activity to do at gap. we knew that we wanted to play some sort of a night game, but what kind of night game could we do that the sr highs would actually be interested in playing? chances are, regardless of the game that you create, it'll be somewhat similar to capture the flag. our extreme lack of creativity cause us to use capture the gald as a starting point, and then grant added in the glorious concept of shaving cream. let me just say that shaving cream is never a good idea. who really wants to get covered in the stinky dollar store shaving cream (you know, the stuff the smells like cheap men's cologne) on a dark cold night in the snow? (here's hoping that's a rhetorical question) apparently i wanted to... or so i was lead to believe.

when seven o'clock rolled around and we'd all ingested a handful of brownies, we created two teams and then headed out behind the church in the dark. the boys were supposed to be in charge of offense (gathering clothes hangers from the other team's base) and the girls were supposed to be in charge of offense (spraying the other team's boys with shaving cream). you would think that a game so simple in description would proceed without flaw, but if you thought that you're be way off.

i think it all began with a few of the girls and i plotting against the great red-headed finch. i mean , really, you cannot give me a can of shaving cream and expect me not to attack finch at some point. i don't know when it went downhill, but things certainly never looked up for me once the game had begun. at first it was a ball of shaving cream to the side of the head. then my arm was covered. then a leg succumed. my nose. my ears. my eyes. my mouth. i was coated.

the one saving grace? i wasn't alone in my strife. order quickly made way for chaos and we were all heavily coated. the back of the church was coated. the washrooms were coated. they foyer was coated. there was absolutely no escaping the shaving cream. even grant, who cowered in his office, had the pleasure of being coated by me. oh, and these pictures are from after i cleaned myself off. they dont even begin to do justice to my initial coating of shaving cream. but i couldn't completely clean myself off until grant had been shown some of the wonder of his shaving cream game. maybe it was just a little reminder for him about how shaving cream is never a good idea.



i doubt i could look any more unattractive, but the punishment inflicted on grant was well worth the hideousness of these pictures.