You're never too old for drinking games.
This weekend our dear friend Mark paid us a visit. We had a little shindig in honor of the reunion.
If you want to see all of our happy posing, click on me (breaking out the old party staple--drinking Jenga*):
Just like old times.
(Sans Sunya....hi muffin eater! We sure missed you!)
* We played the hell out of some Jenga when Mark and Sunya lived in Denver. We're not talking lame directives written on the bottom of each tile...ie. "drink a shot of whiskey." No, our version of Jenga was MUCH more creative than that. It was awfully naughty and awfully fun. The loser of the game, the one who knocked down the tower, was punished with the SPANKING MACHINE. I'll leave that up to your imagination. In any case, when the Tursis moved away, Kev and I inherited the Jenga set. I will always treasure it and remember fondly the good times we had playing it.