Friday nights in the winter are perfect evenings for building a fire, pouring a nice cocktail and making dinner at home. Scott (my husband) and I can stretch a meal out for the whole evening. Martinis and appetizers, wine with dinner, and finally cordials. Last night, however, we learned that we couldn’t linger over Pellegrino in the same way. We cooked, we ate, we cleaned up…done, by 8:00.
So we decided to play a game. One that Scott just happened to pick up the day before. The game was called Yoomi and the object was to be the first player to get rid of all your tokens. Each player takes turns selecting between two activities, for example play the piano or play the guitar. The player selects based on their interests. The other players have to guess which one is the right choice by placing their tokens on top of this mechanical game piece that turns and deposits the winners token into the “bank” below.
Seemed simple enough, so we dragged the boys away from their computers to play this ultra-fun family game. We sat around the table, each placing our tokens on the activity we thought dad would choose and….nothing. For some reason our game did not work. The tokens did not drop into the “bank”.
After several attempts to trouble shoot, my husband called the game a few choice words, and tossed it out. And almost simultaneously the four of us said, “this might have made a fun drinking game.”
What is it about alcohol that makes everything better? In college, we could turn anything into a drinking game. Even a sitcom. I remember gathering around the TV to watch Bob Newhart. Every time anyone said the name Bob, we drank. My boys, now in college themselves, turned a hatchet into a drinking game. Let’s consider that thought process…
“What do you guys want to do tonight?”
“I don’t know.”
“Hey, I have a hatchet. Let’s toss it back and forth, whoever drops it, or slices their finger off, drinks.”
“Perfect…let’s go get a 30-pack.”
And who knew ping pong could be so fun. But I have faith. Faith that fun can be had sans alcohol and I’m determined to find it. In fact, I must because my whole social life hangs in the balance. If I fail, these cold winter nights are going to get a lot colder…