This morning my husband, daughter, and I went for our customary walk up Wimer Street. As we turned off Wimer onto Wright’s Creek we passed a man walking with his dog. He looked very familiar but I could not place him right away. It was only after he was long gone from our view that I realized that he was one of the guests at our friends, George and Joyce’s, annual Charades Competition – which coincidentally was being held tonight.
My husband and I had not played Charades until we were invited to the annual competition a few years ago… and we needed a bit of help to get the hang of it. Once we were primed though, it was quite a lot of fun and we’ve been delighted to be invited back to play three years in a row.
For tonight’s competition we were asked to bring a gift for the prize table. Prizes are usually awarded in a number of categories, for example, the fastest male and female players, the best overall score, the most expressive contestant. For our contribution to the prize table I brought a homemade treat… a Pecan Pie.
When we arrived tonight I saw Jeff, the man that we had seen earlier in the day, and I found myself on his team for the “tournament.” And what a challenging game it was! There were some pretty tough clues to act out including: The Outlaw Josie Wales, Alice Doesn’t Live Here Anymore, Thurgood Marshall, and others. Sometimes the clues were guessed rather quickly, and other times it took much, much longer. But it didn’t matter if we won or lost, it was so much fun to be a part of this very creative evening.
After the last clues had been played, the “winners” were announced and Jeff was recognized as the “fastest” man to act out a clue. He went up to the prize table and saw the pie and asked incredulously, “Can I really take this?” And that is how Jeff became pie recipient 325- simply because of his skill at Charades. And really, isn’t it just as good a reason as any?
The most thoroughly wasted of all days is that on which one has not laughed. Nicolas Chamfort