Hot Dogs, Home Runs, and HR Department Foam Fingers: Our Company Social at the Astros Game
There are company socials, and then there are company socialsāthe kind that start with polite small talk and end with your boss doing the wave in a foam finger while someone from accounting tries to high-five Orbit, the Astros mascot. Ours? Definitely the second kind.
We hit Minute Maid Park like a squad of semi-professional snackers and casual baseball enthusiasts, ready to bond, cheer, and maybe pretend we understood the infield fly rule. Spoiler: we did not.
ā¾ The Arrival: Herding Cats in Business Casual
Getting a group of coworkers to a stadium on time is like organizing a flash mob with spreadsheets. We had people showing up in suits, sneakers, and one guy who thought āAstros gameā meant ābring your glove and try out.ā We love his energy.
We finally made it to our sectionārowdy, excited, and already debating whether nachos count as dinner. The seats were great. The vibe was electric. And the HR team had already started a group selfie chain that would last the entire night.
š The Food Frenzy
Minute Maid Park is a temple of indulgence. Within 20 minutes, our group had collectively purchased:
- 7 hot dogs
- 4 orders of nachos
- 3 pretzels the size of steering wheels
- 2 questionable chili cheese situations
- And one āI thought this was a churro but itās actually a fried pickleā
The intern tried to carry everything at once and ended up wearing mustard like a badge of honor. We applauded. He bowed.
š§¢ The Game (Kind Of)
The Astros were playing someoneāI want to say the Mariners? Maybe the Twins? Honestly, we were too busy cheering for every vaguely exciting moment. A foul ball landed near our section and caused a five-person pileup that ended with someone from marketing holding it triumphantly like Simba in The Lion King.
We did the wave. We booed the umpire (respectfully). We tried to start a chant that didnāt catch on but did confuse the couple behind us. One guy from IT kept yelling āLetās go, Astros!ā even during the seventh-inning stretch when nothing was happening.
š The Mascot Mayhem
Orbit, the Astros mascot, made an appearance near our section. What followed was a blur of selfies, awkward dance moves, and one unforgettable moment when our CFO tried to chest bump him and nearly took out a nacho tray.
Orbit gave us a thumbs-up. We gave him a standing ovation. Someone tried to recruit him for our next team-building retreat.
š Final Thoughts
Our company social at the Astros game wasnāt just a night outāit was a full-blown bonding experience wrapped in laughter, loaded fries, and foam-fingered enthusiasm. We may not remember the score, but weāll never forget the joy of watching coworkers become teammates, mascots become legends, and nachos become fashion accessories.
Hereās to more socials, more baseball, and more moments that remind us work can be funāespecially when Orbitās involved.
