I didn’t really grow up with charades. I remember playing it one time with my kids and my parents during an ice storm. The power was out for a week. Yeah, we had about 72 games of charades and 68 games of Twenty Questions. I swear that week had 13 days in it. Never. ending. questions.
Last night, a group of us grown-ups (and I use that term rather loosely) got together for game night. We were actually enticed with an evite that promised Twister. One respondent even promised to bring baby oil. You know we all went running over there for that. I made a couple of pitchers of white sangria to help everyone get limber. After a few drinks, we decided we were too old and rusty to be playing twister. And we noticed the twister mat seems to be the size of a postage stamp these days. I’m sure one of us would have pulled something important had we tried it.
After much discussion and a few more drinks, we chose charades. Our Scottish friends, being all bi-lingual and everything, told us that in Scotland, it’s called “Fecking Charades”, not to be confused with Ireland (like most people do) who call it “Fooking Charades”. Sounds as popular there as it is here. Nonetheless, we had a great time. We split into the A-team (who rock!) and the other team.
The A-team threw in some pretty challenging movies and TV shows, while the other team went a little more on the obscure side. Raise your hand if you’ve heard of the movie “The Cook, the Thief, His Wife and Her Lover”. Really? Me, neither. I’m told its a good one. But for charades? It made for a very interesting mime. Of course, it also gave us a glimpse of who might have the biggest library of porn, considering all the titles being shouted out. I’ll be wary of an evite for movie night over there! While the other team may have had a higher score, I think the A-team might have had higher morals. Maybe.
It was nice to break free from all the trappings of modern society, the TVs, the cell phones and video games and reconnect with other people. Real people. People not afraid to be a little silly for the sake of a game.
And I’ll tell you, “Leave It To Beaver”? will never be the same. Ever.