If we’re excusing tickle fights and such, the last time I played was, I think, late April. It was the last production night of the season for one of the media orgs where I’m an exec, and we had a watergun fight, I hid the executive director’s chair, we had pizza and made fun of people’s moms.
The chair thing was not the first iteration of that, and the “your mom” stuff is rampant throughout the student media department here (except for the paper, and that’s gonna change, I hope), but the watergun fights are not a weekly thing.
Then, a week or two later, we had a football game.
Mrs. Call works for a liquor producing company. One day she came home with a bottle of vodka that had been recently reworked by marketing. The company handed a bottle to everyone in the office to celebrate/promote the brand’s new look. She put the bottle on the table without much thought.
That evening, after my brother popped by, the three of us are sitting around the table in “whaddaya wanna do” mode. I forget whose idea it was, but the suggestion was proffered: What if we drank that bottle then tried to perform some dexterity-required skill. Like what? Oh, I don’t know, how about “Operation”
I snuck into the kid’s room, grabbed the game, checked the batteries - then started pouring the screwdrivers. When we finally got to the game it was so much fun! It devolved into whoever was performing an “operation” having to endure taunts of the other two’s bad imitations of the buzzer.
After that we thought, “Now what?” Why, Jenga of course… what a hoot.
To this day “Drunken Operation” is tabled whenever “whaddaya wanna do” is asked - but we’ve not been able to recapture the magic of that time.
Man, I was just trying to think how long its been since I just played.
two things spring to mind, and I’m paraphrasing now;
Calvins dad, from Calvin and Hobbes, made some remark along the lines of
“You can still play when you’re a grownup, but you have to call it sport, and it cant be fun”
And Principal Skinners “Playtime”
“Sort out these, Bart. Make a game out of it; see how many you can do in an hour, then try to beat that”.
Thats about all the play I can manage. Doing menial shitty tasks at work, and trying to do them quicker than last time. Or “sport” which isnt play as everyone takes it so fucking serious. Playing games with friends now comes down to the playstation, and going by the OP, that doesnt count. I would just love a game of catch, or tig. I would absolutley love a game of Hide and Seek. Or a water pistol fight…
this is the most depressing thread I’ve ever read.
I’m in karate class with a bunch of little kids (yeah yeah, just like Kramer…) and we play “Simon Says” a lot. I RULE at that game.
I play hide-and-seek with my dog sometimes when it’s rainy outside.
I got a little plastic do-dad toy from some grand opening thing I went to the other day. It was a little ball that you put on a flipper and shot into a basket. Very hokey and cheap. I put it together and played with it for about 10 mins.
As for doing something cool like tag or a snowball fight with my friends…sadly, no. We are still stuck on making a lot of raunchy jokes about having sex with eachother, eachother’s SO’s, eachother’s moms and so-on. We haven’t reverted to pre-pubescence yet - we’re stuck in adolescence.
A few years ago I was up at my local pub. I was chatting with an long time lady friend of mine. I can’t remember why, but for some reason we had to go out to her car.
While we were in her car, we got the giddy notion to trade shirts and walk back into the bar. We were wondering if anybody would notice. Nobody did but it made me and my friend giggle for what seemed like hours.
Started innocently enough - 'bout an 90 minutes ago (+/-), the Youngest DaughterInDigusise was on the back deck bitching about the heat.
I dunno. Kinda depends on how ya look at it as to whether or not that is a bad plan around me.
I did manage to cool her off a tad.
Nahhh. I don’t use cups. Or jugs. Or pans. I rule the water supply here! [I use the hose …]
<<Dark Water Lord’s Evil Laugh>>
“Running into the house will not save you. That’s just where you will get trapped and soaked in Lucy’s wrath!”
<</DWLEL>>
(… As I type this, MamaInDisguise, Youngest DaughterInDigusise, SIL, all 3 of the DisguisedGrandkids, Both DawgiesInDisguise and all the KittiesInDisguise are moping up some 200+ gallons of water in the kitchen, living room, hallway and bathroom, all expended in the best no-holds-barred water fight we’ve had in at least 3 weeks.)
Anybody got a good way to get the water outta this keybosdir;alsd???
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Friends and I still play every once in a while, but we have succumbed to the desire for bigger and better toys. Let’s take squirt gun fights, for instance. We still have them, but they have long since escalated to include guns like mine. It’s so slow to pump back up to full that a sidearm is a good idea.
I play kickball every Monday after work in Grant Park with some friends. True the beer afterwards is the prmiary motivation but kickball is a blast as well.
Some friends/coworkers and I once found ourselves around midnight in a huge warehouse filled with pallets stacked with all kinds of product.
Somebody mentioned how it would be a great place to play paintball or laser tag.
Since we had supplies for neither we broke into two teams and played with the simple “point at your opponent with your index finger (thumb up) and yell BANG!” and play on the honor system.
