This game is inspired by the dinner party in Notting Hill.
Imagine as it were, that there is one delectable brownie left on the plate. Parties interested in getting a shot at the brownie must present their case for why they should be awarded the brownie by entertaining us with a true story of a humorously horrible thing that happened to them this week. The most entertainingly pathetic entry wins.
The rules:
[ol]
[li]The story must be true and actually have happened to the participant this week. (12/06 - 12/10)[/li][li]The story should entertain the audience, but not depress them.[/li][li]The story must be submitted by midnight tonight.[/li][li]The story should be 100 words or less.[/li][li]The winners will be announced on Friday by 12 noon EST. [/li][li]The decision of the judges are final.[/li][li]In the event that the judges cannot choose a definitive winner, a poll will be made.[/li][li]The winner will then be awarded the Last Brownie. If the story is very good, I may even send you the brownie myself![/li][/ol]
Rule 1 sucks because it is not a “week”, only five days, so I unilaterally extend the date from 12/5 through 12/10.
I spent a ton a money on a trip to Seattle that was a pure, unmitigated sucktastrophe. The rental car sucked, the hotel sucked, the weather (30 deg F) sucked, the metal benches in Husky Stadium sucked, the Cal v Washington game sucked (did the Cal team even show up?) I was alone (my date stood me up) and freezing and miserable every single fricken minute. It took four hours for my butt to warm up afterwards! I was so eager to get out of that hellhole that I got to the airport 3 hours early. If the entire state of Washington wanted to fall into the ocean, that would be fine with me.
Egad, I hope not! That’s where I keep all my stuff.
Well, not anymore, actually. Standing up a date? The place must have really gone downhill once I left.
Sorry about the sucky trip, but please do tell all your California friends about it.
How about the week I had: I got all depressed this week because of all the weight I’ve been gaining, plus I got a bunch of pimples, the dentist just said I’m going to need a bunch of fillings, and on top of that the doctor just said that the near-fatal collapse I had this week was from a chocolate allergy and he thinks I have diabetes.
Shouldn’t I get the brownie?
(oh, wait, true stories? Well, never mind. Consider this a bump in hopes of getting something even better than the colostomy story)
I missed the cut-off, but I had a quick anecdote that made more chuckle many times when thinking about it this week.
Background, my son S is 5 and a kindergartner. His grandpa is an astrophysicist, and S has already been to a shuttle and a rocket launch with grandpa’s instruments on them. He knows more about space than any 5 year old should. He is just starting to read.
S: Dad, this week is ‘A’ week in school. So I told Ms. Lourde to write adelta on the word wall.
Me: You mean this is ‘D’ week?
S: No it’s ‘A’ week. I don’t mean Delta like the airplanes. I was talking about Adelta V rocket. You know like the moon shots went up on Adelta V rocket.
Me: What did Ms. Lourde say about that?
S: She didn’t think I was quite right, but I convinced her and spelled it for her so she could put it on the board.
Me: Well that was very nice of her to discuss it with you. Did you have any other A words?
S: No I couldn’t think of any.
