September 25, 2006
The evening I spent at prison
Is anybody still out there?
Been doing lots of traveling back and forth between DC and Denver. Also, things have been really busy here at work and as many of you might know, I almost never write from anywhere but work.
Happy Birthday to Brian! (Saturday) In celebration of his b-day, I went to prison! Excellent!
On Saturday, I spent the morning at Judo, the afternoon at K and T's making Hatch Chili casseroles and corking wine bottles, and the evening at a 15 year-old's birthday party playing quarters with prison guards. I'm afraid the explanation doesn't make it any less weird.
Janelle a girl in my Judo club turned 15. She happens to be a daughter of a prison guard and lives with her family in guard housing at the prison. She is also home-schooled, and therefore seems to have few friends her own age and the party consisted mostly of family, prison guards, and fellow judo players like myself. Her family got permission to have the party at the banquet hall on prison grounds. As most of the party was over 21 there was plenty of liquor and beer to be had.
After about an hour of eating drinking and socializing, Jerr decided that it was the perfect place for a Beer Pong tournament, however, there were no ping pong balls to be found and we eventually settled on Quarters. Who knew that the game of quarters would be so wonderful at bringing Judoka and Prison Guards together? It really was a sight to be seen. One of the guards whom we affectionately called Uncle Tom, seemed to think I was an amazing quarters player and would repeatedly say things like "one hit wonder", "she's dangerous", and "You have way too much time on your hands" whenever it was my turn to flip the quarter. I found out later that his wife and children left him there because they couldn't pry him away from the quarters table, he had to get a ride home with someone else.
Finally, it was about 9:30 and they had to clean up the hall and kick us out. I realized that I must not have done as well at quarters as Uncle Tom thought, because there was no way I was going to drive myself home at that time. I got permission to leave my car at the prison overnight and rode with Bianca back to Jerr's place where the adorable dog spilt my Jack and Coke all over me and we watched a British Transexual stand-up comedian until we passed out.
The night reminds me vaguely of the time a Chicago-native and I taught an entire bar full of Australians how to play flip cup. I love drinking games!
Been doing lots of traveling back and forth between DC and Denver. Also, things have been really busy here at work and as many of you might know, I almost never write from anywhere but work.
Happy Birthday to Brian! (Saturday) In celebration of his b-day, I went to prison! Excellent!
On Saturday, I spent the morning at Judo, the afternoon at K and T's making Hatch Chili casseroles and corking wine bottles, and the evening at a 15 year-old's birthday party playing quarters with prison guards. I'm afraid the explanation doesn't make it any less weird.
Janelle a girl in my Judo club turned 15. She happens to be a daughter of a prison guard and lives with her family in guard housing at the prison. She is also home-schooled, and therefore seems to have few friends her own age and the party consisted mostly of family, prison guards, and fellow judo players like myself. Her family got permission to have the party at the banquet hall on prison grounds. As most of the party was over 21 there was plenty of liquor and beer to be had.
After about an hour of eating drinking and socializing, Jerr decided that it was the perfect place for a Beer Pong tournament, however, there were no ping pong balls to be found and we eventually settled on Quarters. Who knew that the game of quarters would be so wonderful at bringing Judoka and Prison Guards together? It really was a sight to be seen. One of the guards whom we affectionately called Uncle Tom, seemed to think I was an amazing quarters player and would repeatedly say things like "one hit wonder", "she's dangerous", and "You have way too much time on your hands" whenever it was my turn to flip the quarter. I found out later that his wife and children left him there because they couldn't pry him away from the quarters table, he had to get a ride home with someone else.
Finally, it was about 9:30 and they had to clean up the hall and kick us out. I realized that I must not have done as well at quarters as Uncle Tom thought, because there was no way I was going to drive myself home at that time. I got permission to leave my car at the prison overnight and rode with Bianca back to Jerr's place where the adorable dog spilt my Jack and Coke all over me and we watched a British Transexual stand-up comedian until we passed out.
The night reminds me vaguely of the time a Chicago-native and I taught an entire bar full of Australians how to play flip cup. I love drinking games!
// posted by Julie @ 2:55 PM 
