Once refreshed, we busied ourselves with the business of boardgames. The consummate hostess, Geri cleared the picnic tables. Our friend, Kathy, watching with wry amusement as Geri made repeated round trips from house to pool to picnic tables, suggested we harass our hostess some more. Whispered plans were made and immediately put into operation. Kathy, "cold," was brought a blanket. I waved away imaginary mosquitoes and requested a match for the repellent candle. Teen conspirator, Taylor was plagued by a fit of coughing and required water. Soft-hearted Virginia intervened, though, before our grand finale where Judy would feign heart pains, collapsing to the ground as we screamed at Geri to locate her household defibrillator.
The addition of young people to our game play was a welcome curtailment of the inevitable debauchery that accompanies such events. But even so, we somehow managed to careen out-of-control. Taylor's sister, Sarah read her card and was then utterly confused by the wide-range of screwed-up responses.
Response #1: "Of course someone loves you" (Written in response to "Things a psychologist might say")
Response #2: "Tonto...get my horse" (Written in response to "Things one might say to a sidekick")
Sarah (re-reading the card aloud for clarification): "Things a psychic might say."
Was it a problem of enunciation or a hearing problem? We may never know (nor do we want to know). But I do know that, whether we heard the cards correctly or not, we had a lovely time beneath the towering pines of Geri's backyard.
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