Tipping point of the night

I stayed up too late on Saturday night, not the responsible thing to do. We were up the coast at a beach house. Both families had successfully gotten to kids to bed. There was a bit of red wine, some chocolate. Then a bit of whisky.


Anyway, at about 10pm it was just me and Pete left charging - sedately on the couch to be honest. It was the decision point of the night, where either you, sensibly, pack it up and get a good nights rest, or you kick on and wake up tired at 5:30am with beach ready kids knocking on your temple.


We were talking about frisbee, an upcoming tournament and how the draw would be best worked. 8 teams, 5 games each, 3 fields, a showcase game at lunch. You know how it is, exciting possibilities. The tipping point of the night, we tipped. Out came the spreadsheet, laptop keys flying; columns, colours, formulas. At midnight I succumbed; enough fun! It’s good.


The draw though, chefs kiss. It’s going to be a top tournament. Worth the big night.