Grant came over a little before midnight and we walked over to the football field at East River Park for an awesome session of night frisbee! One of my most favorite things in the world!
Matt and I played some light-up night frisbee. I threw one over by the barn and the friendly pig inside was oinking with curiosity about our strange green-glowing toy.
All told, like 15 people ended up coming. It was the most fun I've had in a while (despite how much it hurts to catch frisbees with freezing cold hands).
Later that night I got a call from Jeff Scott. The toy fair had ended and he and a bunch of friends were headed over to the big field in Central Park with a big box filled with light-up FlashFlight frisbees!
After our big fireworks show, I busted out my battery-operated light-up frisbee that I'd brought along (yes, I know, I'm a huge nerd) and we played frisbee in the dark!
If you're into frisbee at all, you should totally buy one of these. They're amazing. (Especially in NYC where it's hard to find a field that's empty enough to play frisbee - if you have one of these, you just wait until it gets dark and then after all the people leave you can just light this up and you've got a field all to yourself in the dark. It rules.)
If you've ever played Frisbee with Grant, you'd know that he thinks he's Michael Jordan. Seriously. Instead of ever just taking a few steps back to catch the frisbee, he'll stay exactly where he is and try to jump and catch it. Since Grant is 68" tall, the letter "a" here represents approximately 36" (a little more half of his body). The letter "b" represents the approximate reach of Grant's arms outstreched. And the letter "c" represents the remaining 33" of pure vertical leap he'd require to catch the frisbee. Somebody get this kid a trampoline.