Games evening
Sep. 29th, 2005 11:46 amI bowed out of strategy europe-conquering game, but participated enthusiasticly in arguing about the applicability of conquering the EU references and made a lot of teutonphobic jokes.
I met Peter, which was great, and another example of small world syndrome, for I knew him from college and dancing, and didn't know he went to games evening, and hadn't seen him since he returned to cambridge (lit: europe).
Pete and I and two others played pictionary for a bit. I've played related games a lot, but never actually played real pictionary before. Many things were easy, though it's embarassingly easy to get started on the wrong track. Pete and I did well from knowing each other fairly well, though occasionally overdid it with too much perfectionism: "Shine! Proper motion! Fuse! Scintillate! Oh, twinkle! Doh!" and "I would have been quicker, but I thought you might guess Radiands before degrees."
Then people arrived and Pete, Louise, Jacky (sp?) and I started a game of Munchkin Foo, which was correctly billed as mainly funny. I would like to play again now we have some practice so the game can be jokes about being monks, etc, unrelived by constantly checking the rules, though most of us were reduced to paroxsyms at the confusion at several points.
Susan turned up, who I knew went to games evening, but hadn't seen last time, and joined in, and had massive hugs with Louise and Jacky, which I embarassed everyone a bit by joining in when I don't actually know people that well, even Susan really.
This lasted a long time, Pete finally winning after twenty minutes of people 9/10s of the way there not finding anything to fight, or finding cards reading "This is a weenie, but throw away approximately twenty boring cards from everyone's hands and it'll win" or "This is ambiguous in several ways."
Then we played VisualEyes again, provoking some humour, and some wrangling and phrases only one person had heard of[1], and the occasional patter of applause as someone scored a really bad pun.
[1] Damnit, I did enjoy Enid Blyton. If I can admit self-harm I can admit that.
I met Peter, which was great, and another example of small world syndrome, for I knew him from college and dancing, and didn't know he went to games evening, and hadn't seen him since he returned to cambridge (lit: europe).
Pete and I and two others played pictionary for a bit. I've played related games a lot, but never actually played real pictionary before. Many things were easy, though it's embarassingly easy to get started on the wrong track. Pete and I did well from knowing each other fairly well, though occasionally overdid it with too much perfectionism: "Shine! Proper motion! Fuse! Scintillate! Oh, twinkle! Doh!" and "I would have been quicker, but I thought you might guess Radiands before degrees."
Then people arrived and Pete, Louise, Jacky (sp?) and I started a game of Munchkin Foo, which was correctly billed as mainly funny. I would like to play again now we have some practice so the game can be jokes about being monks, etc, unrelived by constantly checking the rules, though most of us were reduced to paroxsyms at the confusion at several points.
Susan turned up, who I knew went to games evening, but hadn't seen last time, and joined in, and had massive hugs with Louise and Jacky, which I embarassed everyone a bit by joining in when I don't actually know people that well, even Susan really.
This lasted a long time, Pete finally winning after twenty minutes of people 9/10s of the way there not finding anything to fight, or finding cards reading "This is a weenie, but throw away approximately twenty boring cards from everyone's hands and it'll win" or "This is ambiguous in several ways."
Then we played VisualEyes again, provoking some humour, and some wrangling and phrases only one person had heard of[1], and the occasional patter of applause as someone scored a really bad pun.
[1] Damnit, I did enjoy Enid Blyton. If I can admit self-harm I can admit that.