Which may or may not be funny to anyone else but the people involved.
A few years ago, like, way back in the day, when blogging was considered something dorks and losers did, I met these people, who by coincidence work at a former place of employment (Even though they probably walked past my desk 17 times a day, I didn’t know them at the time). They’ve been there for oh….um, a respectable number of years that doesn’t make them look older than dirt. Nope.
Before I moved out to California to be with the hubs, I hung out with Buzz and Pat on occasion. One night after hitting up a local bar, we went back to their place and one thing led to another…
Oh, wait, no, that’s not the story I wanted to tell. I forgot, that one is private.
No, they gave me the grand tour of their house, which is like a mansion or something. And while I was slyly snooping around their bedroom bookshelves, I happened across this god awful, horrible book about blogging. And of course, for years, I tormented Buzz mercilessly about it, like you do.
Cut to three or so years later, when we moved into our house and they happened to live a mile away from us. They showed up on our doorstep with pizza and soda. Buzz watched the Meester swear relentlessly while setting up the Mini’s crib, while Pat tried to console a very colicky and screamy two month old. Pizza was had. Tours were given. Fans were hated. What we didn’t know, was that somewhere, hidden in our kitchen, lurking in the depths of the cabinets, was none other than, the blogging book.
Have you ever had one of those tacky family heirlooms, that was just passed around, given as a gift to the next unsuspecting person? It was always one of those things that the family eagerly awaited finding. You always wondered who had it, and where it would turn up next. It made the otherwise dysfunctional family holiday fun and bearable? Yeah, this is kind of like that, except you get along with the people involved in the game.
So for the last three years, this book has been shuffled back and forth. If I do say so myself, we are totally brilliant. The book has ended up in cakes, and most recently was planted to grow little baby blogging books, in Buzz and Pat’s garden. Which, they had found, but in order to torture us for being so damn awesome, decided to keep this little nugget of information from us, until I ended up spotting it on their dining room table. And believe me, I was looking, because it was driving me CRAZY.
So tell me, dear people inside my shiny flatscreen of iMac goodness, do you have any good stories of fun pass it around games? Maybe a fruitcake that’s been around since the 70′s?