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Jan. 22nd, 2006 06:35 pmOMG. The internet was down until fairly recently. I was going stark raving bonkers, I swear to god.
Went to the Apples to Apples party at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jenhowell's place yesterday and had a blast. That game kicks ass: There's a pile of adjectives and another one of nouns. Everyone has seven noun cards in their hand. The "judge" pulls an adjective card. Everyone but the current judge figures out which noun in their hand matches the adjective best, and hands it to the judge. The judge decides which noun they like best, and the person that plays that card, gets to keep the adjective. Another person, going clockwise, gets to be the judge. When one person gets a predetermined number of adjective cards, they win and the game is over.
This is made far more fun because the cards were hand-written, with (usually completely un-related) drawings on the back. Everyone's names were in there. As were any character we could remember from Harry Potter. The adjectives included words like "wonky," "evocative," and "dead-sexy." We kept making more cards and adding them to the game.
It's fun to curry favor with the judge. Ifourglasslake is the judge, the adjective is "handsome," and one of my nouns is jameslentz, what do you think I'm going to do? *lol*
And don't forget using nouns that seem unrelated, and trying to explain why, in fact, you think they are.
Or listing your adjective pile as qualities of yourself afteward. At one point, I was damnable, fuckable, and effeminate. Horny, too; but I think that might have been another game.
Other things done at the party: Trying on random belongings ofjenhowell. Ha. Including her stripper shoes. Waaay too big for me, but I was indeed half a foot taller, oh lordy. We'd randomly started dancing to fun music (I'm making her come to the Fez next time we go, no doubt about it) and started pole-dancing with some posts in her living room. Which is way harder to do in ill-fitting six-inch heels. Yes, I have pictures. *LOL*
Everyone but me is watching football, including a couple of friends of my brothers and my parents. I don't understand it and don't really care. But hey, I got my laundry done. I also made some dip--I had fake sour cream left over from something else (I don't even remember what...), and made an onion dip. Fuck yeah. It's nice to eat this stuff again. So unhealthy, I don't care. When it's gone I'd make more, but I'd have to use real onions instead of dried ones. It's realistic enough to fool everyone, but screw that--I'm eating it all by myself.
Went to the Apples to Apples party at
jenhowell's place yesterday and had a blast. That game kicks ass: There's a pile of adjectives and another one of nouns. Everyone has seven noun cards in their hand. The "judge" pulls an adjective card. Everyone but the current judge figures out which noun in their hand matches the adjective best, and hands it to the judge. The judge decides which noun they like best, and the person that plays that card, gets to keep the adjective. Another person, going clockwise, gets to be the judge. When one person gets a predetermined number of adjective cards, they win and the game is over. This is made far more fun because the cards were hand-written, with (usually completely un-related) drawings on the back. Everyone's names were in there. As were any character we could remember from Harry Potter. The adjectives included words like "wonky," "evocative," and "dead-sexy." We kept making more cards and adding them to the game.
It's fun to curry favor with the judge. If
ourglasslake is the judge, the adjective is "handsome," and one of my nouns is jameslentz, what do you think I'm going to do? *lol* And don't forget using nouns that seem unrelated, and trying to explain why, in fact, you think they are.
Or listing your adjective pile as qualities of yourself afteward. At one point, I was damnable, fuckable, and effeminate. Horny, too; but I think that might have been another game.
Other things done at the party: Trying on random belongings of
jenhowell. Ha. Including her stripper shoes. Waaay too big for me, but I was indeed half a foot taller, oh lordy. We'd randomly started dancing to fun music (I'm making her come to the Fez next time we go, no doubt about it) and started pole-dancing with some posts in her living room. Which is way harder to do in ill-fitting six-inch heels. Yes, I have pictures. *LOL*Everyone but me is watching football, including a couple of friends of my brothers and my parents. I don't understand it and don't really care. But hey, I got my laundry done. I also made some dip--I had fake sour cream left over from something else (I don't even remember what...), and made an onion dip. Fuck yeah. It's nice to eat this stuff again. So unhealthy, I don't care. When it's gone I'd make more, but I'd have to use real onions instead of dried ones. It's realistic enough to fool everyone, but screw that--I'm eating it all by myself.
