Unlike the Roundhouse, Rendezvous staff don’t really get a lot of events planned, mostly I think because the bosses are busy while Roundhouse staff are quite laid back and plan things on their own. However at Pre-shift last week, we were promised that’s going to change this week, with no less than 2 events planned in quick succession. First would be a softball game on the Monday against Roundhouse, and on Wednesday there would be the Zoolympics, an event of drunken bar games to celebrate the end of Summer.
I admit, drunken bar games are not my idea of a good time, but the softball match appeals to me, and I manage to get a lift with Andrew after work, heading to the Meadows Recreational Park. There’s a huge swimming pool, gym and ice rink here, as well as a park that hosts a small baseball park on top of large plains of grass – which apparently get used by paragliders (no less than 2 landed while we were setting up).
Rendezvous helped arrange travel for a lot of their staff, so by 6:30 we’re outnumbering Roundhouse almost 2-1. Some of Rendezvous goes to help boost their numbers, and after a coin toss, we’re out on the field while Roundhouse bats for the first round.
I’m guarding the spot between the third and fourth plates, but honestly I don’t get much action since the Roundhouse send out their best hitters – guys who send the softball flying out onto the green a few hundred metres out…or have foul balls that don’t come anywhere near me.
The rules for the game (in order to keep it running) is either three strikes or three runs before swapping. Basically we have to strike someone out or the other team gets 3 players back to home – Roundhouse pulls off the latter and we swap. Rendezvous does almost as well, and we have two runs and one person just waiting for a good hit to get home when I finally get to come out. I get 2 strikes…and then I manage to hit the ball, and it’s a GOOD hit. Tragically, since we already have someone running in, I don’t get to run, and we swap back to field. I have to stay on the bench since we have so many players.
In the middle of that game, the guys who went to get dinner arrive – we’ve ordered a bunch of pizzas from Gnarly Roots, by far the best pizza place in Whistler, and half the reason I showed up. Much to my frustration though, they’ve gone for fancy toppings and I’m a plain girl. Eventually I take on the fully loaded pizza, after picking off the olives and some of the peppers, and then it’s back to playing.
We manage to get another 2 ½ rounds in before it’s literally too dark to play, and I hitch another lift back to staff housing along with a bunch of other guys. Kind of wish we’d had the opportunity to do more of this – softball was a hoot, but guess I’ll have to settle for drunken party antics on Wednesday.