Jesus, thought Ian, his hangover kicking in.
“We’ll start with a name game. Throw the ball and say, 'Hi! I’m….'”
Easy! thought Ian.
“Now let’s remember our names. Ian! Please start!”
Fuck! thought Ian, his alcohol-impaired short-term memory letting him down.
“Now, everyone wander around. When I clap, hug the person nearest you and tell them, ‘You’re a wonderful person!’”
Beam me up, Scotty, thought Ian.
“Great! Now we’re going to play some team games!”
An hour later Ian reeled into the street, feeling like he never wanted to interact with a human being again.