“When all of a sudden, people say, ‘Wow, you look nice,’ and carry on, it’s shocking. Really awkward.”
– Nikki Cox
If ever you are participating in a group game night with a bunch of people you have only met once before and with whom you share absolutely no history, conversation, or shared interest (because they are part of your brother-in-law’s set and that one time you met them before was over a year ago), and you a playing a game in which you have to describe a person from history…who might not have been a palatable choice for a conservative crowd…
…do not, under any circumstances, try to get your teammates to guess the name on the card you chose. Skip it and go to the next card. Trust me on this.
Example:
“Ok! He’s an 18th century French writer who was extremely controversial. Got locked up for years because of what he wrote, both in the Bastille and an insane asylum. To be fair he was basically a filthy, vile pornographer who wrote about horrible things. Word “sadism” comes from his name.”
Example Response:
“Um, wow, C., you know a lot about this weirdo…”
Blast. I look a pervert.
When I was a student weekends were for professional procrastination, the deliberate putting off of what we could do today until tomorrow. Unless it was the weekend before a paper or test, in which case it was a frantic mess of studying, typing, the hot chocolate by the cupload (I prefer sugar to caffeine). But ever since joining the post-undergraduate workforce, I cannot think of anything less relaxing than a weekend! Even if they are fun, they are exhausting. 
Small Dog Syndrome 