What would make Monday at work better? Go play bocce of course!

This year's Christmas "party" was the office going to play bocce, aka Italian lawn bowling (except it was indoors and in courts sprinkled with sand).  My team sucked, as expected, losing 12-3.  What do you expect when you got a Frenchman with an Italian last name playing on the opposite team, huh?  It was so much fun that I'm thinking of making bocce a habit.  The only drawback was the food.  Next time, I'll cater, because I really didn't like overcooked pasta, rubber chicken, and tiramisu with extra hair.  Bleh!

I never thought I'd say this but the stereotype that men don't like or accept directions is absolutely true.  The bocce place is right next to Vasona park which we frequent a lot because of the little train that Alex loves.  I mean it's right on the road to the park.  So when I noticed that we were pulling out on the opposite direction of the closest route to the freeway, I piped up (I wasn't driving).  But oh no, Mr I-Know-The-Streets-Of-Santa-Clara-County said that he knows where he's going and off the wrong way we went.  After 20 minutes of going through town traffic, we finally found highway 17.  But in order to get back to the office, we had to merge onto 85, which the driver didn't do.  So off the wrong direction we went again.  Overall we had a wonderful tour of the freeways of Santa Clara county.  I think we hit 17, 880, 280, and then 85 with a finish on 101.  We just needed 237 to complete the circuit.  It was definitely a very California moment of keeping changing highways but never seemingly getting anywhere.