So we played a drinking game on Jimmy's birthday. Great fun! Many rules.

No one was allowed to point a finger at anyone or anything ( I sat on my hands and I noticed Paul did the same too). No one was allowed to say "You" ( I made this rule and I suffered the most by it) but Paul got caught many times too. He was also the worst offender of the rule not to mention any player's name. He made it. Jimmy also suffered his fair share by this rule. There were 7 of us.

A red card meant the picker takes a sip of his drink; a black card meant the picker made someone else drink. An ace was one long drinking spree controlled by the picker and the person on the right ad infinitum; and whenever this happened, Paul's friend Jessey made it a point to keep as many of us drinking for as long as he wished.

With a Jack the picker made a rule. Picking a King meant you contributed to a nasty cocktail for the last king card picker - which turned out to be me. And the King was the last card. Interestingly enough Paul said that although it is a game of chance, all the games he'd played in ended with the King as the last card. I've forgotten the rule for picking a Queen, a Joker or an empty card.

It was funny and fun. The interesting thing was that any player who was eager to point out another's mistake suffered a similar peril or worse. And this always came up whenever a player tried to communicate another player's mistake. The player ended up pointing or saying "you" or mentioning the offending player's name thus becoming an offender too. This sent us into fits of side splitting laughter. Jimmy, Paul and me got caught out the most in this area.

And now I have a headache. I'm looking forward to a nasty hangover tomorrow, Monday morning. Work is not going to be amusing.