while the cats waited to be fed
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calimacWe were kind of late getting home from Thanksgiving at our niece's house, due to the game in which B. got heavily involved - something in which each player draws a picture and the others guess what it's of. (I declined: I'm not a game-playing animal and I can't draw.) So the cats weren't fed until late.
Human food where we went was good. Nephew (niece's husband) took charge of cooking and carving the turkey, despite the limitation of having his favored arm in a sling (recovering from rotator cuff surgery), and successfully achieved tender breast meat. I made an asparagus quiche, the only veggie (not counting the carb dishes) on the table, but not much of it got eaten. That's OK, the rest will be our dinner the next day.
Guests were a combination of family and friends. Hosts' son, now a university sophomore with a beard (he's in advance of me: I didn't grow my beard till I was a rising junior, and at the time it was a lot scragglier than his), made it in from the distant East. His best friends' parents were there. So were the matron of honor at the now 8-year-ago wedding of our other nephew and niece (who were also there) and her daughter, the one who screeched "Hi Mommy!" during the ceremony but is now much older and more sedate.
Much conversation over the cats which our hosts were fostering, and it looks like some adoptions are in the works. (Not from us. We have two, and that's enough.) Also the water which one guest was drinking to clear her palate between glasses of wine. She noted the incongruity of drinking it from a wine glass. I suggested she think of it as an extremely attenuated, possibly homeopathic, white wine: no alcohol, no grape juice, no flavor notes. Nothing about politics, or hardly even sports.
Human food where we went was good. Nephew (niece's husband) took charge of cooking and carving the turkey, despite the limitation of having his favored arm in a sling (recovering from rotator cuff surgery), and successfully achieved tender breast meat. I made an asparagus quiche, the only veggie (not counting the carb dishes) on the table, but not much of it got eaten. That's OK, the rest will be our dinner the next day.
Guests were a combination of family and friends. Hosts' son, now a university sophomore with a beard (he's in advance of me: I didn't grow my beard till I was a rising junior, and at the time it was a lot scragglier than his), made it in from the distant East. His best friends' parents were there. So were the matron of honor at the now 8-year-ago wedding of our other nephew and niece (who were also there) and her daughter, the one who screeched "Hi Mommy!" during the ceremony but is now much older and more sedate.
Much conversation over the cats which our hosts were fostering, and it looks like some adoptions are in the works. (Not from us. We have two, and that's enough.) Also the water which one guest was drinking to clear her palate between glasses of wine. She noted the incongruity of drinking it from a wine glass. I suggested she think of it as an extremely attenuated, possibly homeopathic, white wine: no alcohol, no grape juice, no flavor notes. Nothing about politics, or hardly even sports.
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Date: 2023-11-24 09:08 pm (UTC)The way it works is, everyone is given a little spiral-bound booklet with plastic surfaces, a non-permanent felt pen, and an eraser for the same. There is a deck of cards with words on them indicating what is to be drawn. Each person gets a card, which is unique.
On the first page of your booklet, you write what the word is. For example, someone got sheepdog. On the next page of the booklet, she draws something which will indicate a sheepdog. (She did a picture of a sheep then a plus sign then a dog - this one was pretty straightforward.) You then pass your booklet with your drawing exposed to the person next to you. They look at it, then on the next page of the booklet, they write what they think it is and then they pass it to the next person.
The guy before me looked at the picture and wrote "wolf in sheep's clothing," so I drew a wolf with a lumpy thing around its midsection. My sister thought that was a dog with curly fur, so that's what she drew, and that was interpreted as a poodle.
At the end of the round, everyone has their own booklet back and we go through all to show how things changed. My sister had started with the word "muffler," so she drew a car with things coming out the back and lines and stuff. That quickly turned into various forms of pollution, and by the time it got to me, it was the Industrial Revolution. It's pretty funny to see all the interpretations and how people chose to represent them.
I would definitely play this game again. As it was brought by the nephew hosting Christmas, I expect I will. The cats will just have to wait longer for dinner.