The Poker Party
I could have sworn that I have posted before about our Christmas party, "Christmas with the Krunks," but I guess not. Genderist talked about it here. We were really disappointed in the outcome of the Christmas party because there were way too many college kids there and it felt more like a frat party than a dirty Santa party. We thought maybe we were getting too old to have parties because we had a miserable time. 
People were stumbling around and taking naked pictures of their "situations" which normally is very amusing to the Count and I, but this year, we were not impressed. At the end of the night they stole our good alcohol and we were left cleaning up the mess. We were pissed.
2 weeks later...
Over New Year's, we went to a poker party and I was pumped because I hadn't ever played poker before, and I ended up splitting the prize money with two other people! Everyone had a great time and we all agreed that someone else should step up and host another one.
Count and I were not inclined. We had just picked up after the 10 year old drinkers and we were pretty sure that we were still not speaking to "parties" just yet.
Over the next few months, "parties" and us took a break. We'd been to a good one, but we weren't sure if we could ever have "parties" over to our house anymore to play.
Enter the month of April.
The Count sporadically made the decision to type up an invite to a poker party. Okay, party. Game on.
Last night the same thing happened that happened at the Christmas party. People got really drunk, people stumbled around, and while no one took pictures of their "situations," there were still some ridiculous happenings-such as someone putting a dog toy on one of our guest's windshields-that made the evening strange. We still had tons of stuff to pick up this morning when we woke, but we still had a great time. We loved every minute of our little gala.
And, just because you were wondering, neither of us had any winnings to speak of-although we would like to send out a big contrats to Bad Shoe Guy, who was our evenings big winner. We left the winning to our guests. Even still, there was no alcohol missing at the end of the night and I am sure that if I could remember the last few thoughts I had about the party right before I passed out, they would have put a smile on my face. In the end, though, we had a really good time, thus proving our theory that the most important portion of any performance still requires a strict analysis of your pending audience, because in this situation it wasn't what was happening at the parties, but rather who was happening at the parties that made all of the difference.
People were stumbling around and taking naked pictures of their "situations" which normally is very amusing to the Count and I, but this year, we were not impressed. At the end of the night they stole our good alcohol and we were left cleaning up the mess. We were pissed.2 weeks later...
Over New Year's, we went to a poker party and I was pumped because I hadn't ever played poker before, and I ended up splitting the prize money with two other people! Everyone had a great time and we all agreed that someone else should step up and host another one.
Count and I were not inclined. We had just picked up after the 10 year old drinkers and we were pretty sure that we were still not speaking to "parties" just yet.
Over the next few months, "parties" and us took a break. We'd been to a good one, but we weren't sure if we could ever have "parties" over to our house anymore to play.
Enter the month of April.
The Count sporadically made the decision to type up an invite to a poker party. Okay, party. Game on.
Last night the same thing happened that happened at the Christmas party. People got really drunk, people stumbled around, and while no one took pictures of their "situations," there were still some ridiculous happenings-such as someone putting a dog toy on one of our guest's windshields-that made the evening strange. We still had tons of stuff to pick up this morning when we woke, but we still had a great time. We loved every minute of our little gala.
And, just because you were wondering, neither of us had any winnings to speak of-although we would like to send out a big contrats to Bad Shoe Guy, who was our evenings big winner. We left the winning to our guests. Even still, there was no alcohol missing at the end of the night and I am sure that if I could remember the last few thoughts I had about the party right before I passed out, they would have put a smile on my face. In the end, though, we had a really good time, thus proving our theory that the most important portion of any performance still requires a strict analysis of your pending audience, because in this situation it wasn't what was happening at the parties, but rather who was happening at the parties that made all of the difference.
posted by Unequivocal_Prowess at 10:23 AM
2 Comments:
So true - the people make all the difference!
What a great group of losers!
(Had a fantabulous time!!)
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