Thanksgiving Hilarity
Nov. 23rd, 2012 02:53 amBeing without firm plans for Thanksgiving (some tentative ones, but just that) I asked
jd if there was room for one more at whatever he was getting up to.
Whatever he was getting up to turned out to be a full-on bash with some local members of the gay gaming community. I showed up (before the meal but an hour later than intended, thanks to Muni fuckery -- it was supposed to be weekend schedule, which is every 20 minutes; 40 minutes passed before one actually showed, and Mr. Random Dude-with-eyepatch said that it was already late before I showed up) with a bag of salad, a pecan pie, some ice cream, a fuckton of booze, and Cards Against Humanity.
We played Cards Against Humanity, with people popping in and out as the fancy took them. As beverage-spewingly hilarious as the game is with two people, it is much, much better with a large crowd. If I'd been taking notes, I might have been able to do justice to describing this game. I was sort of keeping track on Twitter, but the game was too intense to actually tweet very much about it. This went on until until food happened.
Holy wow, there was a spread. Turkey. Ham. Potatoes, both with and without bacon. Mac and cheese. Ambrosia, which is one of the very few vaguely edible forms of cool whip (which is not lube).
jld's unexpectedly-upscaled-recipe broccoli casserole. 13 different pies. Many more things. Boozes. All the boozes.
After that, more Cards Against Humanity, with the other table playing Magic. I sat out the Ticket to Ride and 7 Wonders, but got sucked in to the hilarious debatey shoutfest that Who Would Win can become.
There are rules to Who Would Win, but the congenial crowd mostly ignored them, with some pretense at timing, but not much. Bystanders jumped in with support for various sides (sometimes alternating sides); at one point when my opponent was struggling, I jumped in on his side. Two of the best battles were Harry Potter vs. Godzilla at tennis (killing your opponent is a tennis foul, thus Godzilla squishing Harry would result in Godzilla's loss), and Voldemort vs. Julius Caesar at mini-golf.
That last may have been one of the things that resulted in the cops getting called on the party, what with Brutus Black getting in on the backstabbing action, and the yelling back and forth. My new buddy, the guy who got pie on his sweater and had to take a moment outside, was trying to defend Caesar and had a hard time of it, particularly with how mini-golf hadn't been invented then, and of course Brutus, because the Death Eaters and hundreds of Roman legionaries got involved.
Other random highlights involved the doorknob continually falling off, geeking out about library science principles with one of my new buddies, charger-plug-based hilarity (I need silicone putty and a new charger reel, as one end of mine shattered when the power strip fell during the shenanigans), a lost wallet (not mine), spilled various boozes, an actual bartender (the sole other lady in the crowd), innumerable dick jokes (in and out of games), the hipstabomination canning jar glass...
JD pointed out it was midnight; I'd thought it was only 10 or so. Thus I headed off in search of transit home, apparently just before the cops showed up with a noise complaint. I am not really good with Muni, and almost missed my connection for the last 2 BART trains to Daly City, but I did make it, suspected asthma attack notwithstanding. And now I am home.
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Whatever he was getting up to turned out to be a full-on bash with some local members of the gay gaming community. I showed up (before the meal but an hour later than intended, thanks to Muni fuckery -- it was supposed to be weekend schedule, which is every 20 minutes; 40 minutes passed before one actually showed, and Mr. Random Dude-with-eyepatch said that it was already late before I showed up) with a bag of salad, a pecan pie, some ice cream, a fuckton of booze, and Cards Against Humanity.
We played Cards Against Humanity, with people popping in and out as the fancy took them. As beverage-spewingly hilarious as the game is with two people, it is much, much better with a large crowd. If I'd been taking notes, I might have been able to do justice to describing this game. I was sort of keeping track on Twitter, but the game was too intense to actually tweet very much about it. This went on until until food happened.
Holy wow, there was a spread. Turkey. Ham. Potatoes, both with and without bacon. Mac and cheese. Ambrosia, which is one of the very few vaguely edible forms of cool whip (which is not lube).
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After that, more Cards Against Humanity, with the other table playing Magic. I sat out the Ticket to Ride and 7 Wonders, but got sucked in to the hilarious debatey shoutfest that Who Would Win can become.
There are rules to Who Would Win, but the congenial crowd mostly ignored them, with some pretense at timing, but not much. Bystanders jumped in with support for various sides (sometimes alternating sides); at one point when my opponent was struggling, I jumped in on his side. Two of the best battles were Harry Potter vs. Godzilla at tennis (killing your opponent is a tennis foul, thus Godzilla squishing Harry would result in Godzilla's loss), and Voldemort vs. Julius Caesar at mini-golf.
That last may have been one of the things that resulted in the cops getting called on the party, what with Brutus Black getting in on the backstabbing action, and the yelling back and forth. My new buddy, the guy who got pie on his sweater and had to take a moment outside, was trying to defend Caesar and had a hard time of it, particularly with how mini-golf hadn't been invented then, and of course Brutus, because the Death Eaters and hundreds of Roman legionaries got involved.
Other random highlights involved the doorknob continually falling off, geeking out about library science principles with one of my new buddies, charger-plug-based hilarity (I need silicone putty and a new charger reel, as one end of mine shattered when the power strip fell during the shenanigans), a lost wallet (not mine), spilled various boozes, an actual bartender (the sole other lady in the crowd), innumerable dick jokes (in and out of games), the hipstabomination canning jar glass...
JD pointed out it was midnight; I'd thought it was only 10 or so. Thus I headed off in search of transit home, apparently just before the cops showed up with a noise complaint. I am not really good with Muni, and almost missed my connection for the last 2 BART trains to Daly City, but I did make it, suspected asthma attack notwithstanding. And now I am home.