My Easter and the Games People Play.

I am not usually a person who loves partying and going out. I would prefer being at home watching movies or on my computer surfing and writing articles like this.

The reason I hate this is because of the childish games played. It is usually my cue to throw up a good excuse and multiply my self by zero (Disappear).

This Easter though, I was cornered. I was invited to a friend’s family for Easter.

For reasons I will not get into detail here, this family found it fit to have me be around for Easter. They had invited more more people to the party given the fact that they are a well to do family. Plus the rule that we all had to stay up late until the host decided it was time for us to leave.

We eat and drunk a lot. After that, then we had 30 minutes of rest. Then enter the games. For the first one, we had to sit in a circle, drink in hand and go round counting one to nine without any hesitation. Easy enough? Not quite. If one mentioned two numbers in succession, for example “four-five” instead of just “four”, the next person would have to skip one number and mention “seven”. If on the other hand some one mentioned the previous number instead of following number, the next person would also count backwards, but skip the number immediately before the current one. So if some one counted “8” and counted “7” you would skip “6” and count “5”. If you got it wrong or hesitated, you would have to empty your glass in one go and immediately refill it.


I hated it and I sensed that the others had too. No wonder, by the time we got to the next game, the room had turned upside down.

The next game was one that I had read about in some newspaper. For this game, we had to pick a piece of paper each at random and do what ever it stated. I was so unlucky with this one. Can you imagine what was said on it? I was instructed to kiss a fellow man. I obeyed and the guy I picked on vowed never to go to parties on youths again.

One guys paper instructed him to describe what he would want his wife or girlfriend to be if she were a machine. All of us men envied this guy because he did real justice to all the ladies who had laughed at my action. The guy said that if his wife was to be a machine, he would prefer it to be a Roomba.

Most of us did not know what a roomba is.
He explained that a roomba is the extremely intelligent little machine that cleans your floor. You set the time it should do the cleaning, put it away in a corner or under the bed, and forget about it. At the set time, it would get out and clean the flour, the bed, the step and all the dirty work that needs to be done. At this, all the women just got angry for comparing them to such a machine and left the room.
Well the guy said there were more things the roomba can do but the ladies never waited for it.

It was time for us to leave and an opportunity for me to post this experience here. Happy easter Monday.