Sunday, 4 December 2016
Lost in Translation
Last night was the Mexican themed dinner party. No sombreros or maracas and some of us were feeling far too delicate for tequilas. Mexican music and food. Sarah cooked enchiladas, one dish with a mild chilli sauce (for Mummy) and one fiery hot. We were joined by the bearded one’s sister, Tor, and her partner Nate. Nate is Canadian (more lumberjack than mountie) and like Andy wears his hair long and has a beard.
At the end of the meal it was time for games. Karaoke or cards? Cards. Phew, lucky escape. But no ordinary cards. Cards Against Humanity – described as “a party game for horrible people.” One player asks a question from a black card, and the others answer with their funniest white card. It’s the type of game that is only funny when you’ve had a few drinks. All went well until it was Nate’s turn. A combination of his strong Canadian accent, my deafness and the fact I couldn’t lip read him because of the beard meant that I couldn’t quite catch the question. Needless to say my answer was hilariously inappropriate but everyone just thought I was being witty. I gave up in the end and took the dog for a walk.
(The answer card that I gave was “a cute, fuzzy koala, but it has chlamydia”. I’m sorry, I still don’t know what the question was.)