Twenty Bucks and I'm On the Floor
I swear, it’s not as bad as it sounds. No, really, it’s not.
This was yet another adventure from the Hurricane Miah & the Apartment Series. We had some neighbors, a married couple, and we would hang out with them and play cards. We were cut-throat Phase 10 players. We were also the type of people who were forever saying things that, taken out of context, could sound… mmm... inappropriate. Hence the title of this post. We kept a notebook, for a while, of the things we would say that made sense if you heard the whole conversation, but sounded really, really bad on their own, and of course, I came up with the King (or is that Queen?) of all missteps.
The actual conversation started, as usual, during a card game, when we were playing the radio as we played. It was during the holiday season, and there was a commercial on for one of those New Year’s Eve parties, you know the ones, in the hotels… the ones where you pay a flat fee that includes the room, the party, continental breakfast in the morning, and of course, alcohol. Then we started debating about prices of those – there are some parties that only include the champagne toast, others that include a specified number of drinks, and a very few that include unlimited drinks. (Obviously, those run a little higher.) Then we tried to decide what was a fair price for that. You see, for some people, all you can drink for, say, $100, is still a good price, because they can easily drink that much in a night. After all, have you seen the prices of drinks these days? On the other hand, there are people like me, lightweights when it comes to alcohol, for whom it’s not such a great deal. We can’t really drink enough, for the $100 to be worth our while. Or, as I blurted out without thinking, “Twenty bucks and I’m on the floor.”
The game was pretty much over for the night at that point; none of us could see straight for laughing.
This was yet another adventure from the Hurricane Miah & the Apartment Series. We had some neighbors, a married couple, and we would hang out with them and play cards. We were cut-throat Phase 10 players. We were also the type of people who were forever saying things that, taken out of context, could sound… mmm... inappropriate. Hence the title of this post. We kept a notebook, for a while, of the things we would say that made sense if you heard the whole conversation, but sounded really, really bad on their own, and of course, I came up with the King (or is that Queen?) of all missteps.
The actual conversation started, as usual, during a card game, when we were playing the radio as we played. It was during the holiday season, and there was a commercial on for one of those New Year’s Eve parties, you know the ones, in the hotels… the ones where you pay a flat fee that includes the room, the party, continental breakfast in the morning, and of course, alcohol. Then we started debating about prices of those – there are some parties that only include the champagne toast, others that include a specified number of drinks, and a very few that include unlimited drinks. (Obviously, those run a little higher.) Then we tried to decide what was a fair price for that. You see, for some people, all you can drink for, say, $100, is still a good price, because they can easily drink that much in a night. After all, have you seen the prices of drinks these days? On the other hand, there are people like me, lightweights when it comes to alcohol, for whom it’s not such a great deal. We can’t really drink enough, for the $100 to be worth our while. Or, as I blurted out without thinking, “Twenty bucks and I’m on the floor.”
The game was pretty much over for the night at that point; none of us could see straight for laughing.
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