I’ll start:
Obligatory soliloquy stating how I have been uncharacteristically morose for days, and am only just now feeling bouyant again and, possibly, even slightly impish.
Halfhearted grumbling about how now, ironically, everyone else seems to be grumpy.
Sudden expression of resistance to the idea of being staid and boring, even if it is 9:30 on a thursday night.
Vague feverish gleam in eye.
impulsive digression about the Ramones.
side trip to refill wine glass.
inevitable comment of a pointedly political nature.
forgotten when favorite song comes on.
I’m not sure of the nature of this game, but I’ll try.
“Brujaja’s on about the Ramones again. I’m gonna get another beer; anybody else want one?”
Standard greeting, somewhat vague, as the person’s name has been forgotten.
Mild questions set in the hopes of getting a glimmer of memory.
Realization of the person’s identity and of their importance to the occasion.
Swiftly executed excuse that is devoid of real meaning to get away.
Mild excitement over one’s attire and inquiry where their clothes were purchased.
Comment about the weather and speculation as to how conditions will change.
Mild griping about traffic.
Inquiry about lavatory location.
Attempt to join conversation with agreeable laughs and short comments.
Astonished first look at a young person since 10 years ago, when they were much smaller.