At the next challenge, the McLeods were the only team to choose paddling a boat on the Danube River instead of scoring a goal against a Hungarian water polo player. “We had no idea that the national team was so terrible,” said Hera. “They didn’t block one shot. If I would have known that, I would’ve said, `Dad, put a Speedo on. We’re playing water polo.'” Gus called the decision not to don skimpy swim gear “one of the best things not to happen on national television.” Dear Gus, I love you. Enjoy that next beer. Dear Hera, you are…
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Fisheye is not my best look. This is what you get when you’re putting makeup on in the car on your way to an event . Hey, at least I wasn’t driving.
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We attended a friend’s son’s Bar Mitzvah today – at the very end, he and the other boy had to drink wine after a blessing. The faces he made: “Yuck. Bleargh. Nasty.” The cantor made him drink the whooole thing, and then some. In the photo, young Adam is greeted by the rest of his friends, who cheered him as he made his escape from the sanctuary at last. We have another event to attend tonight – not as happy a one, unfortunately. This is turning out to be a weekend of events, though.