Bare Game Night

[muckefuck]

This month's Game Night was at friends in Uptown whose apartment was just a tad cozy for the crowd gathered there. As per usual, I fell in with the Catchphrase crowd in the front room, but eventually I got annoyed enough with the distractions and interruptions that I made a friend sub for me and wandered off. Unfortunately, the other games going on at that point were Nuts in the dining room and elsewhere a game I was calling "Jackass Home Edition". Remember the first appearance of Dr. Marvin Monroe on The Simpsons? I kid you not, that's what it was. Sometimes it's convenient to be able to claim you kind of have a heart condition.

So I drifted back in and things got a little better. As I was telling Scruffy today, I started playing in the larger games because it was a good way of getting to know a lot of people. Now that I'm on nodding terms with most regulars, it may be time to start seeking out smaller ones with the people I really like. I sort of thought that's what I was doing when I agreed to play "Strip Twister", but once word carried throughout the apartment, we soon had quite a crowd in the living room baying for bare ass. To tell the truth, it made me a little uncomfortable and I was glad someone instituted the rule that anyone who interfered with the participants had to strip off as well.

Now we're dealing with the fallout from that on Facebook. Some people seem to think there's no place for that at Game Night, whose raison d'être is to provide a place to socialise away from the bars and bathhouses, others that it's all good clean fun. As a compromise, I proposed an "after hours" rule that what happens after the official ending time is the host's business and anyone who thinks that might be a problem for them is free to leave before then. Jury's still out on that.

In case anyone's curious, I ended up crashing out (literally) before I could get half my kit off, but I stayed undressed until the end out of solidarity with the players, who I didn't think should be the only unclothed people in the room. After that, my South Texan buddy showed up with something called Guesstures and we had a fairly successful game of that despite extreme drunkenness and some shuffling of the teams. Basically, it's speed charades, and once we got the hang of that it went very well. I also determined that one of my team members was (a) a librarian and (b) living very close to us, so I'm going to see what I can do to bring him and his partner into our little orbit.

Comments

[grunter.livejournal.com]

Facebook fallout from a game of "Strip Twister?" That's freakin' hilarious; and utterly, shamefully predictable from a certain young segment of our "community."

Hypocritical bear prudery strikes again.

[muckefuck.livejournal.com]

There's also a personal element, too, since apparently the host has badmouthed others for letting their parties turn into play parties in the week hours. All in all, it makes me very glad I've been keeping the drama-ready twentysomethings at arm's length.

To quote funnyman Dara Ó Briain: "Young people: They're good to look at. And they're fun to fuck. But upstairs, there's nothing going on."

[mlr.livejournal.com]

Amen. But it's kinda hard fucking 'em at arms length.

[muckefuck.livejournal.com]

I could demonstrate sometime if you'd like.

[mollpeartree.livejournal.com]

I always thought that Simpsons episode was a riff on the Milgrim experiment. Now I'm dying to know, what game was this exactly?

[muckefuck.livejournal.com]

First product on the page: http://www.electricshock.org/electric-shock-games.html.

[mollpeartree.livejournal.com]

"Since each person experiences pain and fun in a different way, we can not guarantee that you will enjoy the torture like we did, but your friends will have fun for sure watching you playing the games."

Holy moly.

[gopower.livejournal.com]

Regardless of the amount of clothing, I wonder how advisable playing Twister is for someone who broke a foot while dancing. While standing in place.

Just saying.