We had a party last night. It was a post-holiday party, in that this was as good an excuse as any to have a party, and it was relatively close to the 12th day of Christmas, and we'd planned on having a party in December and then never got our act together enough. So anyway. The party was last night.
We cleaned the house, but that didn't take too long once we recovered from the bike ride in the morning (again, I say ow). Then we sat down and rewrote the cards for our little game we created a year or two ago for a Halloween party. It was a rousing success at that party, so we decided to do it again, with a few modifications (after all, one must play test these things a few times before one can approach a game manufacturer and sell the concept for the cost of a few trips to Starbucks. Whee!). I started on the characters, but then Richard started having way too much fun with the scenes so I let him do the rest. I think he got the ultimate compliment as a result, from someone who hadn't played the game the last time and mentioned that he was warped. Of course, in our little group of friends, this is a compliment.
The party was a success. Everyone seemed to be having a grand time. The game went over well, with such memorable lines from the scenes acted out as:
- Steam! Steam like you've never steamed before! (from Captain Obvious to the espresso machine)
- Ah! You have invoked the wrath of Sumo Bob! (from Sumo Bob, of course, shortly before he was undone by Stump-foo)
- Gak. Tweezers. To neck. Can. Not. Yodel. (as the overly polite fighter pilot killed the evil yodeling man)
- Good Putty. Gooood putty. (from the very disturbing kindergarten teacher after she smothered the televangelist).