Ok, we're playing Never Have I Ever with 10 fingers! (Med School Mess's sleep-over birthday party)

For Med School Mess's birthday, she decided to have a sleep over with a marathon drink-fest the next afternoon. When I showed up at her apartment, most of the crew was there in their PJs. It was pretty low-key drinking (outside of Bottomless Pitt's and Urban Sprawl's Irish car bombs) until we got through the second episode of Golden Girls on DVD.

"Ok, we're playing Never Have I Ever with 10 fingers! An when you get to 5 fingers, you make a rule!"

Never Have I Ever (a game in which you say something you have or haven't done, and everyone who has done it drinks/puts down a finger) is always a learning experience with the Ivy League Crew et. al. Mostly because it's guaranteed that everyone's slutty enough to have done new things since the last time we'd played.

Urban Sprawl and I were the first to 5 fingers.

Me: "Ok, my rule is: no pronouns. Use a pronoun: drink!"

Bronx Newbie: "Um, I went to a state school, so somebody's gonna have to explain-"

Me: "That's two drinks!... Damnit!"

Urban Sprawl: "New rule: drink double!"

(Any word that replaces a noun [I, you, this, that, her, who, what, etc.] is a pronoun.)

It wasn't long before Tighty Whitey got to 5 fingers, but she had trouble coming up with a rule.

Urban Sprawl: "Urban Sprawl has a rule. Every time Urban Sprawl drinks, Urban Sprawl has to say the name of a hook up of a friend in the room!"

Me: "Oo, that's good!... Damnit!... Med School Mess!"

I'd blurted out Med School Mess's name because she was the hookup of someone in the room. She and Bottomless Pitt had hooked up the first night they met about 2.5 years ago. Did I mention Med School Mess's boyfriend was in the room (he hadn't talked much, and I didn't even think about it til after I'd said it)?! I'm not sure if she caught it or if she even knows that little bit of history, but the room erupted into laughter as the next person tried to rush into her "Never Have I Ever" to break the alleged tension.

After a few turns around the room (there were probably about 12 of us) we segued into a game of Truth or Dare. There are actually iPhone apps where you put in everyone's names and it randomly selects a player to pick truth or dare. And some of the dares were pretty great!

One of Urban Sprawl's dares was to be blind folded and try to ID everyone in the room by feeling them up below the neck. When I walked up, she patted my shoulders twice and said my name like she was looking dead at my face! She ended up guessing everyone correctly except Tighty Whitey.

During the game, Bottomless Pitt asked who wanted car bombs and ended up preparing 5 of them.

Pitt: "At Hook and Ladder, the girl lines them up like this with pint glasses. When she knocks the first one over, it dominoes the rest in!"

Me: “Um, those are plastic cups, dude. I don’t know how sturdy they’ll be.”

Pitt: “Yeah, they’re probably too wide to knock the other shot glasses over.”

Me: “I was talking about center of gravity. Or something…”

Pitt knocked the first one in. And when it didn’t domino the rest in, she just started knocking the shot glasses into the cups, which resulted in a half cup of Guinness and at least one shot of Bailey's spilled on Med School Mess’s floor.

Around 4, things started to wind down, and people started to claim sleeping areas. France Pants, who had been relatively quiet all night, was in a bed about a half hour before anyone joined her. MicHELLe passed out in her underwear on the couch as we were still playing T or D. I had joked about sharing a bed with TTT because she’d end up leaving to hook up with someone on Grindr, but I ended up having a full blow-up bed to myself, which is good because I don’t stay still when I sleep. Did I mention how picky my body is about where it sleeps? Yeah.

Click here to check out a wild weekend from last January.

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