human bingo

MeanwhileÖIím actually starting to get kind of excited for this little trip Iím taking at the end of this week. Not so much for the conference itself, or even for going to visit my parents, but because of this game that weíre planning for one of the group dinner/celebration things. Now, itís fairly common knowledge that one of the reasons that the marketing office is sending a delegation is because we are renowned for our wackiness, and as such we are being counted on to infuse the proceedings with some good old-fashioned fun.

So weíre going to make everyone play human bingo.

Yeah, yeah, I know. When it was first suggested, I too got some fairly clammy flashbacks to junior high leadership class. But, we all figured. Sure. We have no better ideas. Letís see what we can get these people to come up with. Maybe it will be interesting.

Since we sent out the first call for interesting factoids about our co-workers, weíve learned that we have someone who was once engaged to Madonna. Someone who was a punk rocker in London in the 70ís and got to hang out with the who. Someone who was attacked by crocodiles in south Africa. And someone who had a horrible debacle with a liquid-filled wonderbra.

I suppose it shouldnít surprise me at all that the people who work at my company have got some serious stories to tell. But, after getting responses from just a fraction of them, Iím suddenly far less apprehensive to spend three days locked in the Sheraton brookside with them. Iím even starting to think it could beógasp!ófun.

And Iím certainly looking forward to finding out the rest of the stories. The big question is, what are mine going to be? Suddenly, everything Iíve got sort of pales in comparison. Anybody got any suggestions?