But here I am on New Year's Eve playing a drinking game with my friend karinebou at her family's chalet in the Alps. Not just playing a drinking game, but taking part in a drinking game tournament, which involved round-robin games within your five-person league, followed by playoffs for the top two from each league. Scores were kept and everything. All that was missing were medals and national anthems.
I don't even know the name of the game, but it involved lots of people sitting on the floor flicking bottlecaps. I'll call it That Bottlecap Game. Each player rested a bottlecap on the bottle between their legs, and took turns flicking bottlecaps trying to knock the other player's bottlecap off the beer. If you knocked their bottlecap off, the other player could "defend" by knocking yours off. If the defense was unsuccessful, they get a point against them and they have to drink. A beer has to be finished at the fourth point and the eighth point. Eight points to lose.
(Have you ever heard of French beer? There's a reason why not. The beer was pretty bad. Thankfully I didn't do well enough to make the playoffs. But at least the beers were small. And you could take advantage of the confusion to not finish your second beer if you lost - nobody would pay much attention because it was time to find your opponent for the next game!)
Sounds ridiculous, doesn't it? Sue and I were skeptical at first, but we ended up having a blast. It was a fantastic way to meet people. There's something about sitting foot-to-foot throwing bottlecaps at someone's crotch for fifteen minutes or so - it's a real icebreaker. Shy people take note.