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Bon Journal
New year's eve games
If I didn't have to earn a living, I would play board games and make music all day long. It's New Year's Eve, and how to celebrate it has been on my mind.
No, I don't want to spend it with strangers like I did last year at the James Bond Ball. You can be so alone in a crowd. Instead, I want quite the opposite -- to be in the company of good friends. In this case, it was close friends who had traveled from a far.
Charlie and Deanne almost welcomed the new millennium with me had it not been for the last minute desire to see the fireworks in town. Tonight they sat still, waiting for the champagne to pop after we started playing Pictionary.
Pictionary is a brilliant game. Whoever invented it must have been a genius. I first and last played it in Seattle twelve years ago. Recently, I spotted it in a charity shop. I was overjoyed and bought it immediately for a pittance.
It's a game of communication. How fast can you communicate? How fast can you lead your partner(s) to the right answer by drawing? If the word is rectangle, what is the risk in just drawing a rectangle? You might be tempted to draw a circle and then a rectangle to show the difference. Those few seconds could cost you your turn.
My partner picked up a card and protested that he knew only the rude version of it. The other team urged him to go ahead anyway. I was shocked to see his depiction of the male organ in different states of readiness and from different angles. I soon ran out of vocabulary and time.
And the word?
Prick.
