July 05, 2006
The Fourth
Happy Birthday America! In honor of my nation's birth, I ate dinner with friends, lounged on comfy couches and chatted, went to campus to watch some fireworks, and played the love game. Pictures? Voila!
I had no idea what the multi-burst function on my camera meant. I thought it would take lots of pictures really quick, but no. I mean, yes, in a way... but it puts them all onto a big grid so you can kind of see the progress of the firework.
Kind of cool. I also took normal pictures for a while. I think this looks kind of like a jellyfish (an exploding jellyfish).
And of course, the grand finale (back in multi-burst form)!
Normally there's always a big crush to get out of places like this after the fireworks. I love how people will go and sit there for hours, but the minute the smoke from the grand finale fades, they are gone lightning quick. That is, until they get to their car and then they wait in traffic. Well, we came up with a much better alternative. We brought out the cards and played "the love game."
So here's how this works. You have four jacks (I used to use kings, but as Liz pointed out, the jacks are much younger and cuter). Each jack represents a potential match. Jack of Hearts = Love. Jack of Diamonds = Lust. Jack of Clubs = Platonic Friend. Jack of Spades = Creepy/Annoying.
My Jack of Hearts (and I'm totally not telling who it was).
But I was pretty intent on the cards' answers... although they've never really been right before.
You pick out your marriage cards from the desk, safely tuck them away, and then ask questions. You can be whistfully romantic ("Who is daydreaming about me right now?"), practical ("Who would get along best with my family?"), or a little randy (I won't give an example for this one). But you never know who will be the answer to your question. The cards tell you this, and sometimes it's really not who you want. Thus, my favorite part of the game is the reaction. Observe.
Liz anticipates the answer to a very important question.
She was very pleased with the response.
Jenn is a fantastic fortune-teller, by the way. She takes great pleasure in giving all the lurid details.
Ooh... this one made Liz wince.
By the time they turned the stadium lights off, the traffic jam had abated. But best of all, we had positive (or not so much) futures all planned out for us.