My former congregation usually had a congregation picnic once a year. All of the brothers (a/k/a men) had to pay for all of the food. The sisters (a/k/a women) had the Godly priviledge of serving the food.
The music was usually a blend of Kingdom Melodies and Smooth Jazz.
My least favorite part was the prayer. Everything had to stop. Whether you were playing Volleyball or if you were fishing or if you were walikng along the trail, you would inevitably here the call: "Everybody, come on over. We are about to say the prayer!". And, mind you, this was the call that can be heard at the entire PUBLIC PARK because we always rented the picnic area that had the shelter and electricity. NORMAL families that were gathered at the neighboring picnic areas would look over at us like we were weird! Then, the prayer would always begin with, "Dear heavenly father, Jehovah..."
Oh, well. At least the food was good.
So, what were YOUR congregation picnics like?