I explained earlier we went to Johannesburg to visit the girls. Well on the Saturday night we had friends over and it landed up being just a girl’s night. For no reason, just the way it happened.
Present were:
My girls Sarah and Cait;
Shane and her friend Debbie and
Bern and I
Well we started the evening playing 30 seconds but Shireen was not too happy with this decision as she says she hates playing against Bern and I; her reason and her example was:
Me: describing my question: It’s blue
And Bern’s answer: The Great China wall.
She believes we have this mental thread that keeps us connected so we always know what we are talking about. Really we are not that good -We just use situations we both know to refer to something. Mostly from previous games where someone has had us in stitches as they try to explain a word for example:
Sound of Music: I would say the hills are alive.........
Simple.
Or Oh My G.. And Bern would say Beyers Naude because there is an association with my friend Brenda who we corrected when she pronounced Beyers Naude when giving directions to her sister Roz - and Brenda replied Beyers Naude with Oh My G.. added.
Heat Wave...... I mentioned this in one of my earlier blogs. All we need to say is do these Jeans make me look....... and leave it for them to finish -also from another game where Carol could not explain Heat .. all she said
"When it’s hot it’s......; so we responded Very Very hot. So now we ask if these jeans look ……on our butts- and of course we get it.
It’s more to do with association than Being Good at the Game.
Well the game was not going well and we were winning and I decided to call it quits because the vibe was rather stressed between my girls who were not quite as in sync as they normally are. I think the Soccer celebrations form the night before may have had something to do with that. Me thinks too much of the Marry-gold’s were had.
So I suggested we play Kings. No keep in Mind it is a drinking game...and contrary to popular thinking I am not a drinker and even less now as I have on this Toxic cleanse thing.
So when I was made God by choosing the Ace I was thrilled. The power. The fun - the giggles and the situation I am able to come up with.............. Power is GooooooD!
Here is a refresher.
The card you pull means you have to do something and followed by having a sip or gulp of your drink depending on the player and how "Thirsty they are"
Not going to go into it, but I think you get the gist of it.
Well I pulled the 3rd Ace and was God and the 4th Ace I was in my element. Besides making Shane cluck like a chicken I was quite into this Power play…. So the first thing I did was make poor Michelle drink her drinks with her chin on the table and keep her chin on the table. This was really funny – and not mean as its one of the rules that is used often. Poor Cait normally lands up having to do it.
Then Shireen had to do the Waka Waka song movements every time she had to drink.
The evening progressed and with that I decided to liven things up a lot (Bern was responsible for being the one who whispered these suggestions in my ear…I am way too innocent for that”. Poor Cait got picked on again and she had to finish every sentence with
“With my Boobies”
And Michelle was allowed to take her chin of the table and was made to sing the Wimpy breakfast song. Now if you not from South Africa you will not really get the song because it talks about a Lekker Breakfast with eggs over easy.
Then poor Shireen was pulled in and she had to say
“With my vijayjay” No explanation required.
Sarah: Open wide (sorry people this was a girls night and we can all get rather naughty with our words.
So there we play, starting with Shane:
Shane: Cait’s Boobs are over easy
Shireen: with my Vijayjay
Michelle: Shane is so over easy
Sarah: Open Wide
Cait: “WITH MY BOOBIES”
So this had to be said in a row when it was time to drink and every time the person said a sentence they had to end with their designated comment.
Well Shane was supposed to play and she was a little distracted…..
So Shireen says to her
“Shane it’s your turn…pause, blush giggle “with my Vijayjay”
That was us finished. We could not play or even finish a sentence. One of those you had to be there to enjoy it because all hell broke loose and Cait decided to respond
“Shireen you just told Shane it’s her turn with your vijayjay “with my boobies”
Oh well it all went pear shaped from there and I have to tell you, no one was sloshed or totally under the weather but we really laughed and my stomach muscles were given such a work out. When I finally managed to drag myself back on the chair as I laughed so loud I was quite out of breath.
Michelle declared that this was one game where she got a total body work out and was able to remember the evening. In her estimation the best Game EVER!
Now we have Mathew’s 21st coming up and guess what? Everyone wants to play Kings and they hope that I am nominated God again.
I say “Bring it on…. I am sure I can come up with situations that will impress and add to the laughter of the event.
Now I have to say I am nervous about the 21sr as I am not good with planning events or meeting many people but as I did for my Sarah, I will do this with pleasure. I only hope that the Magnet for disaster and Mishaps is tuned out for that weekend as I know I have this Bulls eye tattooed on my head for these situations to happen
Like Tuesday evening.
I am quite happily lying in bed, with my winter pajamas on and they have Disney designs on of the Donkey form Pooh Bear and its cold and spot that the curtain is not hooked to the curtain hooks so I stand on the bed and gingerly reach for the hooky thing and slip it in quickly. I then walk off the bed gracefully and intentionally and whoops, my pajama pants land up at my ankles……
The waist band is not as tight as it was and I quickly pull it up and Bern is literally rolling on the floor at my attempt of a “Strip Show”
So highly disgusted and embarrassed and mortified I climb into bed and lie on my side sulking. Bern then decides to stop laughing and climbs into bed next to me. The next minute I scream and try to jump out the bed…
Because Sweet Angel Kitten has decided she needs to sleep under the covers….. Nothing wrong with that, but in her haste to get under the blankets... she has decided the loose pjs are the best place to crawl into claws first.
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Those pjs’ (pajamas) are now history and I need plastic surgery on my neither region as I shot out of bed so quickly, half of my derriere is still stuck on Angel’s claws.
Like a said…. I am a magnet for the ridiculous and the painful.
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