My Bocce Introduction

Of the many things I am learning as a new employee at the Washingtonian (and believe me, I'm made the fool at least twice a day), something that never ceases to amaze me is the general happiness everyone takes in working there. Just being part of the magazine staff is something people are genuinely happy about, as opposed to it "just being a source of a paycheck."

The owner of the magazine had us out to her house outside Annapolis last weekend for a company picnic. First, the house was bitchin. Built on a peninsula with the Severn River on one side and some other equally lovely body of water on the other, the physical land alone was stunning.

Second, I played bocce for the first time. And as you can see by my form, I was a quick study. The orbs you play with are way heavier than I ever thought, and I was convinced I'd either break my foot dropping it or kill a small woodland creature if it got in the path of it once I hurled it. Nevertheless, my team lost but it was a close game. I'm already scouting bocce sets to buy for the house because I have a feeling this is something I'll want to play again (but don't worry, cornhole, I won't quit you).