December 20 – That’s the date, don’t be late.
Here are the un-official Pictionary rules we used at dinner club.
Every man/woman for him/her self style…
Throw away the board. Throw away the timer. Dump the riff-raff rules. Give each player a word. Each player in order around the room takes a turn drawing. You get rewarded for drawing well; you get rewarded for guessing well. When someone guesses the answer, both the drawer and the guesser get a point. Simple as that.
Get the picture? As one person draws, everybody else goes bonkers trying to guess the answer. Call time when it’s obvious that all progress has been stalled.
The words were selected to keep it a Christmas theme. Hope you all enjoyed!
Don’t miss the “Father Christmas” DC Music Video.
Here are the results as tabulated by Roger, our official scorekeeper.
It's almost a 'draw' but GeneAnn Wins!
Way to go GeneAnn! It may have been this rendering of Ho Ho Ho that put you over the top!
Ho Ho Ho spot lighted
Twas the night before dinner club
And all through the house
Not a penguin was stirring,
As Roger was soused.
Don and Mindy were snuggled
All warm in their bed
With visons of dinner club
Upcoming to dread.
GeneAnn with her earplugs
And Rob in deep snore,
As he mumbled in sleeptalk,
“Let’s have just one more!”
All were recumbent
At Casa Sabine,
After pasta alfredo
And bottles of wine.
When out in the yard
There arose such a clamor!
The cops had arrived
To take Rob to the slammer.
Of course they called Lisa
And Mindy right over,
“Oh please,” said GeneAnn,
“Youre the only ones sober!”
So laying a finger
Inside of her nose,
She went back to bed
and blissful quiet repose.
In the meantime
The girls had bailed Rob out of jail,
“Mistaken identity!”
That was his tale.
“On Dasher! On Dancer!”
He thundered, still blitzed.
So they left him in the kitchen
With Cheese Whiz and Ritz.
Then what to his wandering eyes
Should appear,
But a tiny red cooler
All filled with cold beer.
“Impersonating Rudolph!”
He muttered to himself,
“That’s the last time I go ice fishing
With the Jolly Old Elf!”
Too soon came the hour
For the diners to convene,
But Rob – such a trooper -
Was right on the scene.
And we heard him exclaim
As we parted that night:
“Merry Chrishmish to all,
I am high as a kite!”
By: anon. on December 14, 2008
at 11:05 am