I can't take her anywhere...

Tonight was more poker, complete with more f*cked up variants.

Last time, as you may recall, I added a bizarre twist. What I didn't say was that another variation got created that night.

One of the players is from Mexico, and he said that the name used for Jacks south of the border is also the word used colloquially for gay men. (In Israel, it's apparently the word for 'little bird' that is used, according to another player.) So Luis had an interesting twist: Jacks were semi-wild, in that they could be a Jack, a Queen, or a King, but no other card. We tossed some names around for it like "Gender Bender", etc, then Luis said "South Beach". I said okay, but only if we disallowed straights, as it didn't seem right. (Yes, I went there.) And so South Beach was born. It's a fun little variant.

Tonight, we were playing it, and someone, I can't remember who, suggested that the low hole card be wild as well. (It was getting kind of silly towards the end - there's this house game called Six Card Ka that is just... it's just bizarre.) Of course, we immediately started trying to think up names. ginkgo brought the house down with her suggestion, and I thought the host was going to need recuperation time before he got his breath back.

Her suggestion? Glory Hole.

I can't take her anywhere...

Tonight was more poker, complete with more f*cked up variants.

Last time, as you may recall, I added a bizarre twist. What I didn't say was that another variation got created that night.

One of the players is from Mexico, and he said that the name used for Jacks south of the border is also the word used colloquially for gay men. (In Israel, it's apparently the word for 'little bird' that is used, according to another player.) So Luis had an interesting twist: Jacks were semi-wild, in that they could be a Jack, a Queen, or a King, but no other card. We tossed some names around for it like "Gender Bender", etc, then Luis said "South Beach". I said okay, but only if we disallowed straights, as it didn't seem right. (Yes, I went there.) And so South Beach was born. It's a fun little variant.

Tonight, we were playing it, and someone, I can't remember who, suggested that the low hole card be wild as well. (It was getting kind of silly towards the end - there's this house game called Six Card Ka that is just... it's just bizarre.) Of course, we immediately started trying to think up names. ginkgo brought the house down with her suggestion, and I thought the host was going to need recuperation time before he got his breath back.

Her suggestion? Glory Hole.

Old foreign people are so cute...

Combine a certain innocence that comes with age for some people, and mild manglings of English from a non-native-speaker, and you get something like the following...

A few months ago, we had two visiting researchers, a couple, from France. They're both in their late 50s or early 60s, I'd say, and on their last day, we had a going-away party for them, complete with a BAC*. Said BAC had the same style of decorations that I've seen on every other cake at work functions: printed. It looks like they feed a sheet of rice paper or something into a color printer, and then slap it on the cake, and VOILA! A cake that is *just as beautiful* as a PowerPoint presentation. SRSLY.**

Anyway, this cake had their photos on it. Nobody had cut into or eaten their photos (which I find to be more than mildly amusing), and the wife of the two offered her husband his own photo. He deferred, smiling, and said "No, my dear, only you can eat out me."

I am so very proud of myself for not horking coffee out my nose at that moment.


(*Big-Assed Cake)

(** I'm not kidding - the last function replicated the last slide of the guest of honor's farewall talk on his cake. They even did the correct borders in icing.)

Old foreign people are so cute...

Combine a certain innocence that comes with age for some people, and mild manglings of English from a non-native-speaker, and you get something like the following...

A few months ago, we had two visiting researchers, a couple, from France. They're both in their late 50s or early 60s, I'd say, and on their last day, we had a going-away party for them, complete with a BAC*. Said BAC had the same style of decorations that I've seen on every other cake at work functions: printed. It looks like they feed a sheet of rice paper or something into a color printer, and then slap it on the cake, and VOILA! A cake that is *just as beautiful* as a PowerPoint presentation. SRSLY.**

Anyway, this cake had their photos on it. Nobody had cut into or eaten their photos (which I find to be more than mildly amusing), and the wife of the two offered her husband his own photo. He deferred, smiling, and said "No, my dear, only you can eat out me."

I am so very proud of myself for not horking coffee out my nose at that moment.


(*Big-Assed Cake)

(** I'm not kidding - the last function replicated the last slide of the guest of honor's farewall talk on his cake. They even did the correct borders in icing.)