Cultural information can be found here, but the real joy is letting the kids (and RAs) let loose.
The kids ran at the word "go" for the paint and water balloons...and also the RAs, who were standing with what ammunition we could gather. This was an intimidating charge--a 60-teenager war cry is scary!
Reloading...once the water balloons were gone, we turned to hoses, paint jars, and the buckets (USPS boxes) that once carried balloons.
RAs post-fest...I'm on the far right, in the bandanna and sunglasses.
Great afternoon, great time, but boy I'm tired and I still have paint in my hair. Alas!
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