With Turkey Day fast approaching I have had some time today to reflect on past holidays with family.
There are a few things that are guaranteed at one of our holiday extravaganzas.
- Free flowing cocktails
- Endless courses of amazing food
- Non-stop, gut wrenching laughter
It’s the laughter part that I’d like to chat about today.
We are a family of game players. We love to try out new group games at holiday functions. There are a few standards like Catch Phrase, Cranium and Apple to Apples. With each game, comes a story that we can laugh about, over and over, as the years go by.
Today, I’d like to give you a glimpse into the comedic chaos that is our family.
I’ll start with Apples to Apples. If you haven’t played this game here’s the basic premise: Each player has cards that portray a person, place, thing or event. And, the judge chooses a card that has some sort of descriptive word. Then each player must choose a card in their hand that best matches the descriptive word and the judge gets to choose the one that they think is the best fit. The catch of course is that the judge’s ruling is final and it’s completely subjective. And if you’re playing with our family, you quickly realize that absurdity and silliness can sometimes win against practicality!
Take an example of play.. the word could be Annoying .. and two of the submitted cards might be Mosquitoes and Lindsay Lohan. If I’m judging and you’ve played Lindsay Lohan you are the hands down winner… not that I don’t think mosquitoes are annoying but come on… against Lindsay Lohan??? However if Grandma happens to be judging this hand, it’s likely she’s gonna pick Mosquitoes cause Lindsay is a “nice girl” and we shouldn’t pick on her.
So, you see the challenge here.. you really need to cater your answers to the person who is judging… and although you can try to debate your answer, it’s unlikely that you’ll ever sway a judge (we take our game playing pretty seriously!!)
When we are playing with Hubby and his brother, there is some sort of unwritten communication between them (sort of as if they share one brain.. which actually could explain a lot). So, even though the card submissions are anonymous… somehow they are always on the same wave length and they always pick each other’s answers.
There is also a Trump Card (and no, I don’t mean Donald Trump) when playing with hubby (and his brother). This card provides a hard & fast rule.. it wins against all other answers. What, you may ask, could always win? Well, it’s the William Shatner card. It can be played for virtually every answer and it will ALWAYS win (cause, Hell….. it’s William Shatner and he’s friggin’ cool – according to the boys).
And then there was the T-Rex story.
Hubby’s brother is the judge.. his descriptive card is Quiet.
I’m certain I’m gonna win this round since one of my cards is The Vatican… I confidently submit my card.
Hubby submits his card…. T-Rex
Brother-in-law reads all the cards out loud and declares T-Rex the winner.
I’m like “ Huh???? WTF? I put the Vatican.. it’s the home of the Pope for God’s sake.. .it’s friggin quiet!!! Dinosaurs are not quiet??”
Brother-in-law says… “Dinosaurs are too quiet…. They’re DEAD! T-Rex is the winner!”
Hubby says… “I knew you’d understand!”
And there you have it…. That’s what it’s like to play with hubby & his brother
But I think my all time favorite game story highlights Hubby’s craziness….
It was a heated game of Cranium.
One of the categories in this game is a charades style question.
It’s hubby’s turn (he’s had many cocktails by this point).
There are many of us around the table.. cousins, aunts, uncles.
He chooses his card and he prepares himself to act out his answer to me.
He’s gesturing and I’m not understanding.. his arms are moving and I’m spitting out answers..
“you’re putting on a hat” “cooking”, “pan”, “frying”….
Then before I know it he’s run into the kitchen.
He’s grabbed a pot off the rack.. he’s grabbed a spatula
“cooking”, “cook”, “chef”
He’s nodding vigorously….
The next thing I know.. he’s unbuttoning his shirt… he’s shaking his pan… waving his spatula
I’m like… what the hell???
He’s got a pan in one hand.. he’s whipping off his shirt..
“you’re taking off your clothes??” “you’re cooking” “you’re shirtless” “you’re oh wait… you’re NAKED??”
His hand goes towards the button on his jeans….
“NAKED CHEF”… “NAKED CHEF”.
To this day, I’m not sure how much further hubby would have gone… but I’m thankful I got the answer before the pants came off!!
As you can probably guess, I’m looking forward to our Thanksgiving celebration… not only because I’ll be getting some great food but even more so because I can’t wait to see what sort of game playing craziness we might have this year!
Wish me luck! And, Happy Turkey Day to you all!