We started to develop a corporate culture of some kind. We banded together to cook meals, Peter, Rachel, and everyone began to wear the unofficial point2point uniform of camouflage pants and Hawaiian shirts.
One fateful afternoon the entourage and myself visited a martial arts supply store and ended up purchasing several bokkens, wooden training words. Many afternoons were spent having epic sword battles in my front yard which may or may not have attracted the attention of law enforcement on more than one occasion.
So many afternoons were spent moving Web site files while angry loud music blared and was immediately paused when the phone ring and answered with a very professional “thank you for calling point2point”.