Shenanigans ensue when my mom’s side of the family gets together. We’ve long had a tradition of getting drunk and playing board games on our trips to the Motor City. Normally, we play Trivial Pursuit, which is hella fun if you’re drunk and shouting out inane answers which are more funny than correct. That’s part of the game, now. So much so that we’ve adopted Regis Philbin‘s legendary question from Millionaire…
One of the other games we play is Taboo™. For anyone unfamiliar with this game, the object is for one person on your team to get you to guess the word he or she has on the card they drew. There is an egg-timer, and the goal is to get as many correct guesses before all of the sand has fallen to the bottom. The trick is, though, there is a list of words you, the person holding the card, cannot use in your efforts to help your teammates guess the word you have drawn.
On one particular visit to Detroit, my family was gathered at my aunt’s house and we were playing Taboo™. Those of us of age were imbibing. It was my youngest brother’s turn to hold the cards and get his teammates to guess the correct words. He was in high school at the time, and the first card he had drawn had the word “geometry” at the top. My youngest brother set to work.
“I’ll be taking this next year,” he said, completely oblivious to the opening he had just unearthed. I guess it never occurred to him that no one besides him, and perhaps our mother, knew what classes he would be taking next year. Clearly, it also never occurred to him how a family full of smartasses would respond to his clue.
There were a couple of legitimate guesses from other teammates before my other brother, Revis, shouted, “A dump!”
Pandemonium ensued. Most of us fell from our chairs convulsing with laughter. The egg-timer was depleted long before order was restored and the turn had to be replayed. Glasses were refilled. Tears of laughter were wiped from sopping eyes. It was great.
I love my family.