We headed to Gillette Stadium today . . . not to see the Patriot’s play . . . but to head into our own espionage adventure (we hosted a mystery dinner party complete with Secret Agents last night, so this was our spy weekend).
Our mission began in this rug shop, which seemed a bit odd, but it all started to get rolling when the rug shop keeper threw down this clipboard:
The room was bugged, so we all began searching . . .
We were then briefed . . .
We went into an elevator . . . and then had to navigate all of these laser beams. Cole was on Andrew’s back, so he had to take him off and navigate with the big back pack and our baby.
Not a great pic, but a great time!
It was a good time.
Susan said, “No offense to the other Saturdays,” but she really liked this one.