So, basically what you’re showing is that you missed me.
Picture this: sitting around the dinner table, with your niece trying to teach the group of 7 relatives(including her grandfather) to play this game where you have to rhythmically mime your own animal gesture and then another players’ animal-mime-gesture, which passes the “it” to that other player. So you agree to try this game (while noting that you and your relatives are hopelessly rhythmically- and memory-challenged), and can’t get through 2 passes of it-hood (which takes about 2 measures) before your father who has recently had a stroke, and a blood pressure of something like 240 over 180 [ok, so honestly I can’t remember the diastolic] is laughing so hard he basically can’t breathe. And everyone else is laughing almost that hard, it’s so funny, until someone asks how laughing affects his blood pressure and so you begin to discuss the merits of dying laughing.
That’s what I was doing that night. (He did then check his blood pressure, which was up from earlier in the day, but, scientists all, we felt this was meaningless. We hadn’t checked it just before the game.)
Great pictures! I’m sorry I missed it, but had a great time at Bailey Island. If I ever get organized, I’ll post some pictures. When is the next one scheduled?
So, basically what you’re showing is that you missed me.
Picture this: sitting around the dinner table, with your niece trying to teach the group of 7 relatives(including her grandfather) to play this game where you have to rhythmically mime your own animal gesture and then another players’ animal-mime-gesture, which passes the “it” to that other player. So you agree to try this game (while noting that you and your relatives are hopelessly rhythmically- and memory-challenged), and can’t get through 2 passes of it-hood (which takes about 2 measures) before your father who has recently had a stroke, and a blood pressure of something like 240 over 180 [ok, so honestly I can’t remember the diastolic] is laughing so hard he basically can’t breathe. And everyone else is laughing almost that hard, it’s so funny, until someone asks how laughing affects his blood pressure and so you begin to discuss the merits of dying laughing.
That’s what I was doing that night. (He did then check his blood pressure, which was up from earlier in the day, but, scientists all, we felt this was meaningless. We hadn’t checked it just before the game.)
Comment by Jennifer — October 12, 2007 @ 8:28 pm
Sorry I missed it.
Comment by Chris — October 12, 2007 @ 11:00 pm
Great pictures! I’m sorry I missed it, but had a great time at Bailey Island. If I ever get organized, I’ll post some pictures. When is the next one scheduled?
Comment by jen — October 13, 2007 @ 2:44 pm