Never tell a girl that she can’t do something, it won’t take her long to try to prove you wrong…
Last night we had one of our infamous adult parties with friends both old and new. We have such a diverse group of friends that the unexpected can always be expected :)
After eating the best meal for perhaps the entire summer (cooked by my favorite chef of course), the drinking began. For some reason, I always think I need ”a reason” to have a shot. A group of us decided to play Scattagories. The rule is: If you come in last place during the round, you have to take a shot. If you aren’t going to play by this rule…DON’T PLAY. I mean, if Trish can do a shot (and she hates them), than anyone can. The only one who gets a free pass, in my book, is Kyla. She is just starting to drink again after being allergic to alcohol for like ten years. I played six rounds and didn’t lose once. I didn’t exactly kick ass like on the houseboat (Kyla and I think way too much alike), but I guess I get to keep my “Awesome at Drunk Scattagories” title (I had already had a bottle of wine). But the best player of the night, well worst actually, was Laura’s boyfriend. He was all ready to lay a smack down on the rest of us. He ended up losing round one. On round two, he was so excited to have done so well that he couldn’t wait to get started. He spit out his first answer only to realize that he used the wrong letter for the entire round. Laura was right there with him. She lost round one too because she put a different boys name all the way down the column. Just watching those two made the game entertaining.
The real highlight of the night was drunken golf cart riding. Marc decided to take some of us girls for a ride. He drove with Crystal and me in the front. Trish and Holly were on the back. I have never really felt like the golf cart was going to flip before. Marc was turning so fast that I know the cart had to have been on two wheels a couple of times. I told him we were going to flip, but he assured me that it couldn’t happen. Truth be told, he was right, we all made it back on four wheels.
Before tonight, the craziest golf carting occurred with Meredith behind the wheel. She hit a tree with five of us on the cart. The funny part was she hit a tree trying to avoid hitting a tree. I was on the far left in the front holding on, and then Meredith and Crystal flew over me onto the grass. Leave it up to Crystal to top that. Four brave souls hopped on the cart with Crystal behind the wheel. I have to admit that I did feel a little safer. I WAS scared that she was going to hit something though. But I guess she was just determined to prove Marc wrong…she had no problem flipping that baby. I think the five of us just sat there for a minute or two, all mangled, trying to figure out what happened, if we were actually hurt, and then belly laughing so hard that we couldn’t move, hurt or not. I finally climbed out; it actually felt like I was a race driver trying to climb out and over the steering wheel. After a short debate about what to do, whether to call for help or not, the five of us just flipped her right back over and hopped back on. I do have to mention that Laura handled it like a pro…she managed to not even spill her drink during that incident. And poor Angie, she has been a passenger, like me, during both incidents.
So be warned…DO NOT hop on with these girls UNLESS you are ready for the golf cart ride of your life.
Last night we had one of our infamous adult parties with friends both old and new. We have such a diverse group of friends that the unexpected can always be expected :)
After eating the best meal for perhaps the entire summer (cooked by my favorite chef of course), the drinking began. For some reason, I always think I need ”a reason” to have a shot. A group of us decided to play Scattagories. The rule is: If you come in last place during the round, you have to take a shot. If you aren’t going to play by this rule…DON’T PLAY. I mean, if Trish can do a shot (and she hates them), than anyone can. The only one who gets a free pass, in my book, is Kyla. She is just starting to drink again after being allergic to alcohol for like ten years. I played six rounds and didn’t lose once. I didn’t exactly kick ass like on the houseboat (Kyla and I think way too much alike), but I guess I get to keep my “Awesome at Drunk Scattagories” title (I had already had a bottle of wine). But the best player of the night, well worst actually, was Laura’s boyfriend. He was all ready to lay a smack down on the rest of us. He ended up losing round one. On round two, he was so excited to have done so well that he couldn’t wait to get started. He spit out his first answer only to realize that he used the wrong letter for the entire round. Laura was right there with him. She lost round one too because she put a different boys name all the way down the column. Just watching those two made the game entertaining.
The real highlight of the night was drunken golf cart riding. Marc decided to take some of us girls for a ride. He drove with Crystal and me in the front. Trish and Holly were on the back. I have never really felt like the golf cart was going to flip before. Marc was turning so fast that I know the cart had to have been on two wheels a couple of times. I told him we were going to flip, but he assured me that it couldn’t happen. Truth be told, he was right, we all made it back on four wheels.
Before tonight, the craziest golf carting occurred with Meredith behind the wheel. She hit a tree with five of us on the cart. The funny part was she hit a tree trying to avoid hitting a tree. I was on the far left in the front holding on, and then Meredith and Crystal flew over me onto the grass. Leave it up to Crystal to top that. Four brave souls hopped on the cart with Crystal behind the wheel. I have to admit that I did feel a little safer. I WAS scared that she was going to hit something though. But I guess she was just determined to prove Marc wrong…she had no problem flipping that baby. I think the five of us just sat there for a minute or two, all mangled, trying to figure out what happened, if we were actually hurt, and then belly laughing so hard that we couldn’t move, hurt or not. I finally climbed out; it actually felt like I was a race driver trying to climb out and over the steering wheel. After a short debate about what to do, whether to call for help or not, the five of us just flipped her right back over and hopped back on. I do have to mention that Laura handled it like a pro…she managed to not even spill her drink during that incident. And poor Angie, she has been a passenger, like me, during both incidents.
So be warned…DO NOT hop on with these girls UNLESS you are ready for the golf cart ride of your life.
How come I'm just finding out about this blog? I'm so out of the loop! And don't worry, I think you will forever be the Dunken Scattergories Queen! Especially now that I know you need a "reason" to take a shot. I wonder how many rounds you've purposely lost!! :)
ReplyDeleteI loved reading your entries, so keep them coming. You're a really good writer!