Or-E-Gone!

This weekend we visited friends in Brooklyn, on Milwaukie, but not in Maine. The trip was a lot of fun, and included the first game of Blank White Cards I'd played since leaving Albuquerque.

Since we were hanging with old friends of the neither-frightening-nor-easily-frightened variety, I made a few cards I'd always wanted to do, but had never felt they'd be appropriate. I was pleasantly surprised that not a single R-rated (or more severe) moment occurred in the game, unless you count what happened to that drawing of the yellow submarine. The trick seems to be to include escape clauses in your more potentially embarrassing cards, such as "...that player chooses between swapping clothes or swapping seats and cards." You still get the humor and the tension effects, but without anyone doing anything they'll really regret later. It's a hoot. And before Jeremy asks: "For the last time, we're not swingers!"