Birthday Smurf

Last night I ended up playing Cards Against Humanity with a room full of folks, most of whom began the night as perfect strangers.

A week or so ago, I was invited out to a get-together of sorts. The problem is, aside from my colleague, her friend, and another colleague, nobody showed up. So it was just us four, and that was just fine with us! We had dumplings in Chinatown, followed by walking aimlessly until we found ourselves at Hair of the Dog on Church St.

Fast forward, and I got an invitation to my colleague's friend's birthday party. It was at this cheap-and-cheerful Indian place near my house, again, with a group of people I really didn't know, but hey, willing to try. Being a social animal is an adult thing, right? One of them brought a small Smurf figurine holding a birthday cake, which is where "Birthday Smurf" gets its origin.

Birthday Smurf!

After dinner, we ended up getting ice cream. Mine was six dollars. When did Baskin-Robbins get so damn expensive!? The ice cream truck only costs about two bucks! After ice cream, we paid a visit to Snakes & Lattes to see if we could score a table. Unfortunately, no luck, but we did bring home a brand new pack of Cards Against Humanity, which is really the subject of this post.

I have not laughed my ass off like that in the longest time. Perhaps it was the anticipation of playing something I had only heard of up until that point, but I couldn't actually read the damn cards when it came time for me to read them. Lucky for me there were a few doozy's in the pack that reduced a few other people to happy tears too.

If this job in Europe goes through, I can't imagine life without a game so simple to play, yet is so offensive everyone. So I wonder if there's a version local to Belgium. Hmm.