Game Night

Is there anything more hilarious than a group of adults frantically trying to make each other say the name of an obscure movie? I think not. The other night the whole Lion cast went to Richard's house to eat, drink, be merry and play charades. Richard and Candice had talked about how we should do some character work with everyone about winning and strategizing and bluffing and so-on by having a cast game night. This lofty idea quickly devolved into sitting in a circle, drinking beer and laughing at Dylan's inability to properly convey Battlestar Galactica.

Very few people had ever played, or remembered how to play before we started, so I got up and explained to everyone after they'd all put in suggestions. People took to it pretty quickly--actors, donchaknow--but that doesn't mean Adam didn't fail spectacularly when he picked Bohemian Rhapsody out of the bowl. I felt kinda bad, actually; that's the one I always put in because I know it's hard to do, and I find it funny.

Funniest part of the whole evening? Marco is the most economical charades player I have ever seen. I'm not sure if he just wasn't really that into it, and was being a good sport...or if he prefers to go through his evenings in a constant deadpan. No extra movement, he did *movie*, *two words*, and acted out one clue, then looked at us and waited for us to get it, and sat down. And, hey, he was at least as successful at it as anyone who was more frantic about the whole thing, so maybe he's got the right idea.

Sunday is poker night. Maybe then we'll actually try to remember to take something lofty and artistic from it. Or not.