Well folks…today was a sad day indeed. After a wonderful New Year’s celebration last night and a great dinner with my family and friends this evening, my 2011 bubble was quickly burst when my Southern upbringing reared it’s country head. Yep, y’all heard me right. My evening was shattered by an “accent malfunction”. Allow me to explain…
My wife, kids, and I went to our friend’s house this evening to enjoy some Yakiniku (a Japanese style cookout where you grill your meat and veggies on a small electric grill placed in the middle of the dinner table). After dinner, we decided to play a few games; couple versus couple. First we played Catchphrase, which went pretty well. My wife and I won one game and our friends, Rebekah and Kevin, won the other. After Catchphrase, we decided to try our hands at Pictionary.
I will be the first to admit that my drawing skills are less than desirable. My rabbits look deranged and the cows that I draw normally turn out looking like obese mountain lions, but for some reason, my wife is very skilled at deciphering my scribbles. We did very well the first game and ended up winning. I must admit that the hamster that I drew on a tight rope was very abstract and thoughtful. After our win, I suggested that we switch from couples to Man versus Woman. The ladies obliged and we began a literal battle of the sexes.
At first, Kevin and I were handily dispatching our lovely female foes; quickly guessing what the other was drawing. Eventually though, we began to falter. The ladies had a pretty astounding run in the end and were able to tie the game. With one move left for the win, it was my turn to draw. Flexing my skilled fingers, I sharpened my stub of a pencil and selected my card from the box. My daughter flipped the hourglass timer and I began to draw.
After a few moments, Kevin had guessed that I was drawing Gel; the kind that you put in your hair when styling it for a night on the town or the form in which toothpaste comes inside of the tube. Unfortunately, my dear wife had glimpsed the card as I passed it to her and she wore a look of both confusion and amusement on her face as I “high fived” my partner and congratulated him on a job well done. Rising from her chair, she dug the card from the discarded pile and showed it to Kevin’s wife, who then joined my wife in a bout of hearty laughter.
“What the heck is so funny?” I asked. “Do you guys enjoy losing?”
“Think again there Redneck,” they said as they showed me the card.
The card said Jail, not Gel. Crestfallen, I hung my head in shame. How could I have made such an error. I cursed my Southern upbringing and my country accent as my wife and her friend celebrated their glorious victory. There are many times that I relish my Southern roots, but tonight they betrayed me. Damn my sweet sweet Georgia drawl!
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