Sunday, October 5, 2008

You are never too old for flip cup

Last night was our annual neighborhood ladies' group progressive dinner. Not nearly as classy as it sounds. This year we had an Olympic theme. There were five events--bean bag toss, putting, pictionary, Pandora's box (opening well taped wrapped boxes while wearing oven mitts) and flip cup. The teams were randomly assigned other than to assure spouses were not on the same team. The host at the first house dressed up as Michael Phelps, complete with blue track suit, pool slides and 8 medals. Another one of the husbands came in khaki shorts, a blue jacket, red, white & blue tie carrying the American flag. The games were fun and it was nice to get to talk to lots of people since we are relative newcomers having only been in our house a little over two years. There was a lot of talk about Team USA cheating, as one of the UN referees I can corroborate that they certainly were competitive.

After the planned games the real fun began--flip cup. I'd never played flip cup although it gained great legend after last years party. We left before it began last year. Both Gman and I put in our time this year. I never drink beer but I last night I made up for lost time. I have no idea how many beers I drank since they were all one gulp at a time. As the evening wore on it became the "chicks" vs "dicks." Trash talking went to a whole new level. Our next door neighbor left the table and was bent over in the bushes, after a couple of minutes she came back swearing she hadn't lost dinner. I had to believe her, no one looks that good after puking in the bushes. For all the beer no one was out of control, mean or hanging on anyone else's spouse (at least that I saw). I enjoyed the contained chaos--a balance of college wild side mixed with adults who have to get up and function the next day. Considering how horrible I'd felt most of the week I was surprised that I felt okay last night and even better, I didn't feel like crap this morning. In fact I felt good--although I will admit to a 3 hour nap this afternoon.

Counting down to next year...

2 comments:

Gretchen said...

Sounds like fun!

Saturday night I have bunco with the neighboorhood ladies. And by Bunco I mean sitting around drinking martinis and gossiping...

MamaMaven said...

We do the same thing at stamp camp, cards and wine (or last month pink panty pull-ups!).