On Friday night I went to the KPMG TS Holiday Party and had an AWESOME time. The following Saturday was not so awesome and apparently I wasn’t the only one hurting. So, instead of going out that Saturday evening, we all headed over to the Marks’ house for fondue and college football (compliments of the Slingbox).
After the fondue was finished and football had wrapped up, we decided to play some cards. A few ideas were thrown out, but they were either too involved or too complicated. Anna mentioned a game that she vaguely remembered where the 2 was the highest card, you tired to get rid of all your cads and certain people can make up rules along the way. The game sounded very familiar and it took me about 5 minutes to remember the name…ASS HOLE. I am so ashamed to admit it, but the name of my favorite drinking game, my life line, my claim to fame in college had escaped me. But that is not where my disgrace ended. Oh no! I couldn’t remember all of the rules that I could so fondly recite under any circumstances or conditions just four years prior. So we did what any group of late-twenty-somethings would do…we googled the rules to ASS HOLE. Thank god for Wikipedia.
So embarrassing and such a disgrace to my college education. Mom, dad, I promise those five years weren’t completely wasted. Now please excuse me while I google all of the other games I can no longer remember.
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