When I took my first trip overseas to England, Scotland and Wales 10 years ago, I was introduced to a delightful little card game called “asshole” (for those who don’t know the rules, click here), which I’m sure Askew World Order, who was also on that trip, will remember. I quickly became obsessed and wound up playing the game with my best friends and boyfriend for much of the summer leading up to my freshman year of college.
You can imagine my extreme elation, then, when while hanging out with a group of American expats Saturday night, one of the guys busted out the cards to play. There I was, in another foreign city with another group of Americans a decade after the fact playing a card game that generally encourages players in top positions to degrade the others. I performed somewhere in the middle, never becoming President, but also never being the asshole.
Though the card game was quite a roar, the fun didn’t stop there. One of the pack suggested karaoke, so we made our way to one of those places where you sing in the booth instead of onstage (thank God, because my singing abilities leave much to be desired). Let me tell you, there is nothing like seeing a bunch of 30-something professional men belt out the words to “Like a Prayer.” It was a fun time, and the night didn’t end till close to 4 (after the customary stopping for a slice of pizza, a trend from my Saturday nights back home).