Showing posts with label drinking game. Show all posts
Showing posts with label drinking game. Show all posts
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Philharmonic drinking game
What could possibly make the Philharmonic's concerts in Central Park better? By adding a drinking game, of course!Every time the audience claps inappropriately (ie, between movements), chug through the length of the applause.
One drink for every time Didi & Oscar Schaffer get a shout-out
...for every fundraising plug
...for every mic glitch
During the pieces, drink when a cell phone rings
...when a cell phone is answered
...when a baby cries
...when someone walks directly across your picnic blanket
In the music, drink whenever there's a false ending
...whenever you can hear the violas
...whenever there's a chromatic scale
If something is repeated three times in the music, drink. This rule actually can increase your appreciation of the music! Tonight's program was Mozart and Beethoven, and it was interesting to keep track of how they each used and manipulated sequences and expectations.
Bonus rule! Drink every time Grace does a prairie dog dance.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
London, day 1
12 February 2009, 16:30
Today is the bicentennial of the birth of Charles Darwin, and I am sitting in Westminster Abbey, waiting for a ceremony in his honor. I think this is nine kinds of awesome. But it is bloody COLD.
My hostel in London is just down the block from Southwark Cathedral, home of the John Harvard Chapel and a particularly sparsely attended RCS tour concert in 2006. After arriving from the airport and checking in, I popped in to Southwark to see if there were any visiting choirs I could go support, but sadly, there are none. Unless their pubmen are slacking. I gave a hello to the Harvard chapel and got trapped in a noonday prayer. At least I didn't get trapped in the dressing room this time...
I walked along the bank of the Thames for the next few hours. I love listening to people talk as they walk past - there's so much variety in British accents! Even within the London accent. I can't place the accents, of course, though I'd like to pull a Higgins and write out speech patterns in IPA, but at least it is in my ear well enough now that I can hear the variance.
I spent a couple hours at the Tate Modern, which is my favorite modern art museum. Granted, I'm only comparing it to MOMA, but I can only enjoy MOMA ironically. Outside, a street musician was playing Bolero on a steel drum, and if you bear in mind that Bolero's sole reason for existence is as an exercise in orchestration, you'll gather the silliness of the arrangement for solo steel drum.
After a couple hours at the Tate (favorite piece: Roy Lichtenstein's vamp on Monet's haystacks), I continued down the embankment till I hit the London Eye, the big ferris wheel. Now, I'd meant to do my Doctor Who tourism all in one set, but hey, there I was. So I ran across the bridge to the Parliament side and stood by the Royal Air Force memorial and imagined that the blue-ish smudges on the pavement were from the TARDIS. ::shame::
13 Feb 2009, 15:00
Evensong was lovely, and afterwards we huddled around Darwin's grave for a wreath-laying and some words. From there, I was expecting a public forum on Darwin and (vs.) God, so I made my way through the cloister to the event.
At the door, a vicar was checking names on a list. Odd. My name wasn't on any list, but he let me in anyway. At the next door I was handed a glass of wine. Also odd. With a little investigation I determined that this was actually a book launch, invite only, and the debate I had in mind was actually in May. Ah well, might as well enjoy a book launch!
I had a lovely chat with an archivist of Darwin's letters. The whole evolution/creationism divide that stirs up so many emotions in the States is, apparently, quite unknown in the UK. The book being launched, "Darwin and God", was the first on the subject to be printed in the UK. She asked me why the fuss that's risen at home in the last few decades, and I could only guess at the causes. Reaction to increasing secularization of public life? Political rise of the Christian right? An exceedingly potent production of Inherit the Wind? Or perhaps Americans really are, on this as well as a host of other issues, rather a bit stupid.
A waiter came around intermittently, re-filling wine glasses, and I had to actually keep a close count this time, as I had the rare occasion to invoke my "# of drinks < # of hours slept out of previous 48" rule. A good rule, and a rule that should probably go without saying, but on such occasions it can be quite necessary.
However, the rule only works to prevent disaster - it is not an efficient safeguard against standard issue poor-decision-making. And, oh, did I make a poor decision.
You see, I accidentally went to a musical. How does one accidentally see a musical? Let me tell you how one accidentally sees a musical. One accidentally sees a musical by walking through the theater district. Alone. At 7:30. With nowhere else to be. Tipsy. That's how you accidentally see a musical.
It was Dirty Dancing: The Musical.
I have seen some pretty bad theater in my time. I don't mind bad theater - I mean, I DO, in that it is a frustrating loss of time and money, but often you can learn as much from seeing it done wrong as from seeing it done right. And Dirty Dancing really is a promising candidate for musicalization, whatever your feelings on the film itself. Cult following + strong clear emotions + intrinsincally theatrical subject matter + period setting = musical.
However. Dirty Dancing: The Musical was not a musical.
There were no original songs. But it wasn't a jukebox musical either. Convention would be to put contemporary popular tunes into the mouths of the characters, but Baby and Johnnie never sang. So they danced their emotions, right? Well, they did dance... to the songs in the movie soundtrack... but they never danced outside the "we're practicing for a performance" context. And yet, it had a musical book. This was a libretto that someone wrote before finding a composer and lyricist, and then decided that composers and lyricsists are totes overrated, and staged it without 'em. Dirty Dancing : The Musical is a musical. Just someone forgot to write the songs.
I left shortly after intermission.
Today is the bicentennial of the birth of Charles Darwin, and I am sitting in Westminster Abbey, waiting for a ceremony in his honor. I think this is nine kinds of awesome. But it is bloody COLD.
My hostel in London is just down the block from Southwark Cathedral, home of the John Harvard Chapel and a particularly sparsely attended RCS tour concert in 2006. After arriving from the airport and checking in, I popped in to Southwark to see if there were any visiting choirs I could go support, but sadly, there are none. Unless their pubmen are slacking. I gave a hello to the Harvard chapel and got trapped in a noonday prayer. At least I didn't get trapped in the dressing room this time...
I walked along the bank of the Thames for the next few hours. I love listening to people talk as they walk past - there's so much variety in British accents! Even within the London accent. I can't place the accents, of course, though I'd like to pull a Higgins and write out speech patterns in IPA, but at least it is in my ear well enough now that I can hear the variance.
I spent a couple hours at the Tate Modern, which is my favorite modern art museum. Granted, I'm only comparing it to MOMA, but I can only enjoy MOMA ironically. Outside, a street musician was playing Bolero on a steel drum, and if you bear in mind that Bolero's sole reason for existence is as an exercise in orchestration, you'll gather the silliness of the arrangement for solo steel drum.
After a couple hours at the Tate (favorite piece: Roy Lichtenstein's vamp on Monet's haystacks), I continued down the embankment till I hit the London Eye, the big ferris wheel. Now, I'd meant to do my Doctor Who tourism all in one set, but hey, there I was. So I ran across the bridge to the Parliament side and stood by the Royal Air Force memorial and imagined that the blue-ish smudges on the pavement were from the TARDIS. ::shame::
13 Feb 2009, 15:00
Evensong was lovely, and afterwards we huddled around Darwin's grave for a wreath-laying and some words. From there, I was expecting a public forum on Darwin and (vs.) God, so I made my way through the cloister to the event.
At the door, a vicar was checking names on a list. Odd. My name wasn't on any list, but he let me in anyway. At the next door I was handed a glass of wine. Also odd. With a little investigation I determined that this was actually a book launch, invite only, and the debate I had in mind was actually in May. Ah well, might as well enjoy a book launch!
I had a lovely chat with an archivist of Darwin's letters. The whole evolution/creationism divide that stirs up so many emotions in the States is, apparently, quite unknown in the UK. The book being launched, "Darwin and God", was the first on the subject to be printed in the UK. She asked me why the fuss that's risen at home in the last few decades, and I could only guess at the causes. Reaction to increasing secularization of public life? Political rise of the Christian right? An exceedingly potent production of Inherit the Wind? Or perhaps Americans really are, on this as well as a host of other issues, rather a bit stupid.
A waiter came around intermittently, re-filling wine glasses, and I had to actually keep a close count this time, as I had the rare occasion to invoke my "# of drinks < # of hours slept out of previous 48" rule. A good rule, and a rule that should probably go without saying, but on such occasions it can be quite necessary.
However, the rule only works to prevent disaster - it is not an efficient safeguard against standard issue poor-decision-making. And, oh, did I make a poor decision.
You see, I accidentally went to a musical. How does one accidentally see a musical? Let me tell you how one accidentally sees a musical. One accidentally sees a musical by walking through the theater district. Alone. At 7:30. With nowhere else to be. Tipsy. That's how you accidentally see a musical.
It was Dirty Dancing: The Musical.
I have seen some pretty bad theater in my time. I don't mind bad theater - I mean, I DO, in that it is a frustrating loss of time and money, but often you can learn as much from seeing it done wrong as from seeing it done right. And Dirty Dancing really is a promising candidate for musicalization, whatever your feelings on the film itself. Cult following + strong clear emotions + intrinsincally theatrical subject matter + period setting = musical.
However. Dirty Dancing: The Musical was not a musical.
There were no original songs. But it wasn't a jukebox musical either. Convention would be to put contemporary popular tunes into the mouths of the characters, but Baby and Johnnie never sang. So they danced their emotions, right? Well, they did dance... to the songs in the movie soundtrack... but they never danced outside the "we're practicing for a performance" context. And yet, it had a musical book. This was a libretto that someone wrote before finding a composer and lyricist, and then decided that composers and lyricsists are totes overrated, and staged it without 'em. Dirty Dancing : The Musical is a musical. Just someone forgot to write the songs.
I left shortly after intermission.
Monday, November 24, 2008
To thy jubilee throng
Excerpted from a letter I wrote to Quentin this evening (so, Quentin, don't read this or I'll have wasted 32 cents. everyone else, go ahead):
As you probably gathered from the date line, it is the Sunday of Harvard-Yale weekend. I shall spare you the gory details of the concert and the Game, as by the time you read this you will probably have been filled in on the Wookie, the 703rd rendition of "If You Could Only See," and the thorough if wholly uninteresting trouncing of the sons of Eli by the Glee Club.
That sentence's syntax got away from me a bit there - the intent was that you had been updated by members of the Glee Club, not that the sons of Eli had been drubbed by the same. But if you would prefer to imagine the combined forces of the Glee Club storming the gridiron with crimson in triumph flashing, then I won't hold it against you.
Suffice it to say, at this weekend's tailgate I learned that contrary to popular wisdom, you will not become magically warm if you try to combat the freezing cold by getting drunk - you will just be freezing cold, and drunk. As both involve compromising the ability to feel your feet, it should come as no surprise that combining these states makes a most admirable and praiseworthy accomplishment out of the normally mundane task of remaining perpendicular to the ground. I am pleased to report that my tailgate was a success in this regard, barring an unfortunate twenty minutes spent in Gordon Track trying to make my toes wiggle through sheer force of will.
The weekend also served as a reminder of what exactly I enjoyed about college life. Not the crowded and sweaty parties that I no longer feel remotely obligated to pretend to like; nor the social events filled with old friends who I would love to talk to for hours but who, when in a parade of obligatory five-minute catchups, inspire attacks of my usually latent social anxiety; nor, shock of shocks, the football.
Rather, I was happiest this weekend sitting in a Leverett common room with a pair of RCSers and their blockmates, watching a movie, and each of us on a laptop or knitting or otherwise going about our business in each other's company. It's that sort of background socialization - having friends in the same room to comment at occasionally without necessarily having a full blown conversation - that was a constant element of my college days, and that is almost entirely absent from my life in New York.
In short - I miss my roommates.
Follow up: Errata
As you probably gathered from the date line, it is the Sunday of Harvard-Yale weekend. I shall spare you the gory details of the concert and the Game, as by the time you read this you will probably have been filled in on the Wookie, the 703rd rendition of "If You Could Only See," and the thorough if wholly uninteresting trouncing of the sons of Eli by the Glee Club.That sentence's syntax got away from me a bit there - the intent was that you had been updated by members of the Glee Club, not that the sons of Eli had been drubbed by the same. But if you would prefer to imagine the combined forces of the Glee Club storming the gridiron with crimson in triumph flashing, then I won't hold it against you.
Suffice it to say, at this weekend's tailgate I learned that contrary to popular wisdom, you will not become magically warm if you try to combat the freezing cold by getting drunk - you will just be freezing cold, and drunk. As both involve compromising the ability to feel your feet, it should come as no surprise that combining these states makes a most admirable and praiseworthy accomplishment out of the normally mundane task of remaining perpendicular to the ground. I am pleased to report that my tailgate was a success in this regard, barring an unfortunate twenty minutes spent in Gordon Track trying to make my toes wiggle through sheer force of will.
The weekend also served as a reminder of what exactly I enjoyed about college life. Not the crowded and sweaty parties that I no longer feel remotely obligated to pretend to like; nor the social events filled with old friends who I would love to talk to for hours but who, when in a parade of obligatory five-minute catchups, inspire attacks of my usually latent social anxiety; nor, shock of shocks, the football.
Rather, I was happiest this weekend sitting in a Leverett common room with a pair of RCSers and their blockmates, watching a movie, and each of us on a laptop or knitting or otherwise going about our business in each other's company. It's that sort of background socialization - having friends in the same room to comment at occasionally without necessarily having a full blown conversation - that was a constant element of my college days, and that is almost entirely absent from my life in New York.In short - I miss my roommates.
Follow up: Errata
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Vice Presidential Debate drinking game!
“I do not propose to be buried until I am dead.”
- Daniel Webster, turning down the Vice Presidency
Everyone and their teenage daughter's baby-daddy is writing a drinking game for tonight's debate. Here is mine.
Modulate size of drinks inversely with the size of the Dow.
Palin
Take one drink every time she says:
Soccer mom
Pitbull
Maverick
Reformer
“community organizer”
Small-town values
When Palin claims she said "Thanks but no thanks" to the Bridge to Nowhere: Demand a new drink from your hosts, say "thanks but no thanks," and then when no one's looking, take it anyway, then claim you never wanted it.
1 drink for a relevant reference to 9/11
2 drinks for an irrelevant reference to 9/11
1 drink for each of her children she references by name
When she makes a cute little hand gesture
Or flashes a winning smile
Or gets away with having no answer by being completely adorable
And and
Ah ah
That that
Let me tell ya
Let me get back to ya
I don’t know about that
As soon as you realize she has begun a run-on sentence, chug until she finds a period.
1 drink if she mentions Tina Fey
If she turns out to be Tina Fey in a wig, drink till it’s Saturday night
Biden
Take one drink every time he:
Talks about taking the train
Refers to himself in the third person
Refers to himself by his full name
Name-drops a famous friend
1 drink if he chuckles condescendingly at Palin
2 drinks if he chuckles condescendingly at the moderator
Drink every time you realize that you know 50 times as much about Palin as you do about him
General
Drink every time we hear:
Russia
USSR, two drinks
The Bering Strait, three drinks
Lipstick
Wall Street and Main Street in the same sentence
A pronunciation fumble on Ahmadinejad
Two drinks if he is referred to only by title to avoid pronouncing his name
Henry Kissinger
If Henry Kissinger actually responds, drink till it’s a war crime
1 drink for a relevant reference to 9/11
2 drinks for an irrelevant reference to 9/11
For a completely left-field reference to the Holocaust, invoke Godwin's Law and immediately end the debate. And then drink. A lot.
1 drink every time Biden or the moderator tries very hard to keep a straight face
2 drinks when they fail
If Biden seems condescending, stuffy, or elite, or if he outright laughs at Palin, or if Palin manages to get through the entire debate without seeming like a retarded chipmunk, it’s all over. Move to Canada.
- Daniel Webster, turning down the Vice Presidency
Everyone and their teenage daughter's baby-daddy is writing a drinking game for tonight's debate. Here is mine.
Modulate size of drinks inversely with the size of the Dow.
Palin
Take one drink every time she says:
Soccer mom
Pitbull
Maverick
Reformer
“community organizer”
Small-town values
When Palin claims she said "Thanks but no thanks" to the Bridge to Nowhere: Demand a new drink from your hosts, say "thanks but no thanks," and then when no one's looking, take it anyway, then claim you never wanted it.
1 drink for a relevant reference to 9/11
2 drinks for an irrelevant reference to 9/11
1 drink for each of her children she references by name
When she makes a cute little hand gesture
Or flashes a winning smile
Or gets away with having no answer by being completely adorable
And and
Ah ah
That that
Let me tell ya
Let me get back to ya
I don’t know about that
As soon as you realize she has begun a run-on sentence, chug until she finds a period.
1 drink if she mentions Tina Fey
If she turns out to be Tina Fey in a wig, drink till it’s Saturday night
Biden
Take one drink every time he:
Talks about taking the train
Refers to himself in the third person
Refers to himself by his full name
Name-drops a famous friend
1 drink if he chuckles condescendingly at Palin
2 drinks if he chuckles condescendingly at the moderator
Drink every time you realize that you know 50 times as much about Palin as you do about him
General
Drink every time we hear:
Russia
USSR, two drinks
The Bering Strait, three drinks
Lipstick
Wall Street and Main Street in the same sentence
A pronunciation fumble on Ahmadinejad
Two drinks if he is referred to only by title to avoid pronouncing his name
Henry Kissinger
If Henry Kissinger actually responds, drink till it’s a war crime
1 drink for a relevant reference to 9/11
2 drinks for an irrelevant reference to 9/11
For a completely left-field reference to the Holocaust, invoke Godwin's Law and immediately end the debate. And then drink. A lot.
1 drink every time Biden or the moderator tries very hard to keep a straight face
2 drinks when they fail
If Biden seems condescending, stuffy, or elite, or if he outright laughs at Palin, or if Palin manages to get through the entire debate without seeming like a retarded chipmunk, it’s all over. Move to Canada.
Thursday, June 5, 2008
JK Rowling's 2008 Harvard Commencement speech - The Drinking Game
[repost from Facebook, back-dated accordingly]
JK Rowling’s Harvard Commencement Address
DRINKING GAME
June 6, 2008
By the 2008 Commencement Choir
Single drink for each mention, unless otherwise noted:
About herself
- being a single mother
- writing on napkins in coffeeshops
- if she wrote her speech on a napkin
- if she claims to have still been thinking about what to say in the speech last night
- if she got the idea in Drew Faust’s bed last night
- Talks about what inspired her
- Talks about her kids
- Quotes directly from her own writing
- Denigrates herself in comparison to the other people on stage
- Talks about her own college days
- Talks about her shiny new Hahvahd degree
- People lining up at midnight for books
- How long it took to get the books published
- Number of books sold
- Richest woman in the world
- Her earnings vs Harvard endowment
- If she stutters, Liz gives Harker a dollar
- If she drinks, waterfall
Harry Potter
- If she reads us an original story
- If that story is in the Harry Potter universe, squeal happily
- Actual new info about Potterverse, two drinks
- Uses phrase “Potterverse,” three drinks
Harvard vs. Hogwarts (drink in general, and one for each specific)
- Annenberg
- Houses
- Academic regalia
- Compares Faust to McGonagall
- Compares Voldemort to George Bush
- Compares Yale to Durmstrang
- Whomping willow
- Quidditch
- Sorting hat as metaphor for college admissions/life
General
- ___ is the real magic
- Drink at every pun
- Imagination
- Creativity
- getting kids to read
- God, or the lack thereof
- Puritans, witch-burning, Salem
- Following your dreams
- Luck (felix felicis, two drinks)
- Women speaking at commencement
- Mentions that Drew Faust is, in fact, a girl
- if she talks about homosexuality
- if she talks about gay marriage
- If she outs any new characters
- If she outs Drew Faust
- If she outs herself
- If she has sex with Drew Faust on stage, drink till blind
- If she mentions Ted Kennedy, drink till your liver cries
British
- pronounces something funny
- attempts Boston accent
- Criticizes American politics
- Tony Blair
- British vs American education
- Other Cambridge
- The Queen
- Btdubs, Dumbledore is a Queen
Graduation speech cliches
- provides a dictionary definition
- asks a rhetorical question
- forgets to answer rhetorical question
- mentions The Facebook
- consulting sucks, Econ majors drink
- references Faust’s speech
- references what she did with Faust last night
Unlikely stuff (drink as much as you want)
- Potter Puppet Pals
- If it becomes Naked Time!!!
- Harry and the Potters back her up
- If the Happy Brigade are aurors
- Fan fiction, one drink. Slash fan fiction, three drinks
- If Larry Summers appears
- If Larry Summers appears in conjunction with the Avada Kedavra curse
Magic
- If she is wearing any Harry Potter paraphernalia
- If she utters any spells
- If she uses an Unforgivable Curse
- If she uses any fake Latin, sing the first verse of 10,000 Men
- If she performs a magic trick, finish your drink
- If she performs real magic, finish the bottle
- If she bursts into flames and rises from the ashes, pour drink on flames
- If the steps of Memorial Hall open up and a basilisk emerges, run like hell
- If the graduates have crossbows under their academic regalia, steal one from the nearest CS major
Music
- References the choir
- References the band
- If she says Glee Club needs women, RCS drinks
- Any editorial comment or look from Jim
- If the band plays the Harry Potter theme
- If she sings at all
- if she announces the release of her upcoming solo pop album, chug
- If she compares Fair Harvard to the Hoggy Hoggy Hogwarts, sing a round of “Weasley is Our King”
- If she says “baller,” finish all drinks on campus
If she never mentions Harry Potter, chug until tour
JK Rowling’s Harvard Commencement Address
DRINKING GAME
June 6, 2008
By the 2008 Commencement Choir
Single drink for each mention, unless otherwise noted:
About herself
- being a single mother
- writing on napkins in coffeeshops
- if she wrote her speech on a napkin
- if she claims to have still been thinking about what to say in the speech last night
- if she got the idea in Drew Faust’s bed last night
- Talks about what inspired her
- Talks about her kids
- Quotes directly from her own writing
- Denigrates herself in comparison to the other people on stage
- Talks about her own college days
- Talks about her shiny new Hahvahd degree
- People lining up at midnight for books
- How long it took to get the books published
- Number of books sold
- Richest woman in the world
- Her earnings vs Harvard endowment
- If she stutters, Liz gives Harker a dollar
- If she drinks, waterfall
Harry Potter
- If she reads us an original story
- If that story is in the Harry Potter universe, squeal happily
- Actual new info about Potterverse, two drinks
- Uses phrase “Potterverse,” three drinks
Harvard vs. Hogwarts (drink in general, and one for each specific)
- Annenberg
- Houses
- Academic regalia
- Compares Faust to McGonagall
- Compares Voldemort to George Bush
- Compares Yale to Durmstrang
- Whomping willow
- Quidditch
- Sorting hat as metaphor for college admissions/life
General
- ___ is the real magic
- Drink at every pun
- Imagination
- Creativity
- getting kids to read
- God, or the lack thereof
- Puritans, witch-burning, Salem
- Following your dreams
- Luck (felix felicis, two drinks)
- Women speaking at commencement
- Mentions that Drew Faust is, in fact, a girl
- if she talks about homosexuality
- if she talks about gay marriage
- If she outs any new characters
- If she outs Drew Faust
- If she outs herself
- If she has sex with Drew Faust on stage, drink till blind
- If she mentions Ted Kennedy, drink till your liver cries
British
- pronounces something funny
- attempts Boston accent
- Criticizes American politics
- Tony Blair
- British vs American education
- Other Cambridge
- The Queen
- Btdubs, Dumbledore is a Queen
Graduation speech cliches
- provides a dictionary definition
- asks a rhetorical question
- forgets to answer rhetorical question
- mentions The Facebook
- consulting sucks, Econ majors drink
- references Faust’s speech
- references what she did with Faust last night
Unlikely stuff (drink as much as you want)
- Potter Puppet Pals
- If it becomes Naked Time!!!
- Harry and the Potters back her up
- If the Happy Brigade are aurors
- Fan fiction, one drink. Slash fan fiction, three drinks
- If Larry Summers appears
- If Larry Summers appears in conjunction with the Avada Kedavra curse
Magic
- If she is wearing any Harry Potter paraphernalia
- If she utters any spells
- If she uses an Unforgivable Curse
- If she uses any fake Latin, sing the first verse of 10,000 Men
- If she performs a magic trick, finish your drink
- If she performs real magic, finish the bottle
- If she bursts into flames and rises from the ashes, pour drink on flames
- If the steps of Memorial Hall open up and a basilisk emerges, run like hell
- If the graduates have crossbows under their academic regalia, steal one from the nearest CS major
Music
- References the choir
- References the band
- If she says Glee Club needs women, RCS drinks
- Any editorial comment or look from Jim
- If the band plays the Harry Potter theme
- If she sings at all
- if she announces the release of her upcoming solo pop album, chug
- If she compares Fair Harvard to the Hoggy Hoggy Hogwarts, sing a round of “Weasley is Our King”
- If she says “baller,” finish all drinks on campus
If she never mentions Harry Potter, chug until tour
Thursday, July 19, 2007
HP7 Drinking Game
[relocated from Facebook, and back-dated. composed prior to the release of the seventh book]
Weinbloom & Wolahan bring you:
HARRY POTTER AND THE DEATHLY HALLOWS
The Drinking Game
We recommend using M&Ms in lieu of actual alcohol for this game, unless you are particularly talented at reading while smashed.
Enjoy!
Take a drink every time:
Harry’s scar hurts
Someone shouts in ALL CAPS
Hermione encourages reference to “Hogwarts, A History”
Three drinks if someone other than Hermione mentions “Hogwarts, A History”
Malfoy insults someone’s parents
2 if someone actually manages to restrain their anger when Malfoy insults their parents.
Five drinks if we finally get a decent “your mom” joke in response
Drink if Ron and Hermione start bickering
2 if Ron and Hermione start snogging
Trelawney predicts someone’s imminent death
Rowling foreshadows someone’s imminent death
2 when someone actually dies who wasn’t foreshadowed at all
Aunt Petunia purses her lips
Bad pun in a proper noun (ie, Diagon Alley)
Two drinks for a good pun
There’s evidence that journalists and newspapers in the Wizarding world are corrupt
Two drinks if a journalist does something good
Hermione runs away to do something without any explanation
Drink every time you get furious about a character’s immense and stubborn stupidity
Snape sneers
Lupin looks shabby
Tonks trips over something
Neville trips over something
Peeves smashes something
Hagrid breeds something
Ron or Harry refer to S.P.E.W as “Spew”
Nearly Headless Nick adjusts his head
Someone new stops calling Voldemort “You-Know-Who”
2 if she explains the "triumphant look"
Dobby extolls Harry's greatness
Ron runs from spiders
Fleur kisses someone on the cheek
Someone says Harry has his mother's eyes
Harry tallies the remaining horcruxes
3 if RAB is NOT Regulus Black
Finish if Harry ends up being the only one who thinks Snape is good
If Snape really truly is evil, send JKR a Howler
Someone says something darkly
2 if Neville and Luna hook up
2 if Harry attempts to use an Unforgivable curse
Finish the drink if he succeeds
Have another entire drink if he is immediately filled with remorse
Harry returns to the curtain at the Department of Mysteries
2 if he finds Sirius there
Kreacher sulks
Harry complains about the unpleasantness of apparition
2 if Neville saves the day
Fawkes returns
Harry enrolls at Hogwarts for his seventh year after all
Harry pines for Ginny
Mrs. Weasley cooks
Hagrid is a poor cook
Any "sickening thud"
Harry enters a pensieve
Mrs. Weasley's clock is referenced
Hermione has exam anxiety
2 if Hermione has exam anxiety though not enrolled in school
3 if someone ends up going to college
4 if it's a Muggle college
Finish the bottle if it's Harvard
The first chapter starts outside Harry's point of view
The last chapter ends outside Harry's point of view
There's an epilogue summarizing the rest of everyone's lives
Any clearly slash-y line that slipped past the editors (ie, "Who's Cedric, your boyfriend?")
Ron and Hermione make each other jealous
Aberforth Dumbledore appears
Aberforth Dumbledore appears, with goats
Hogwarts has a drastically reduced student population
Hogwarts is under threat of being closed
Petunia displays more knowledge of wizarding world
2 if the Dursleys do something right for once
Muggles get involved in the war
Hermione mentions, talks to, or (gasp!) visits her parents
Hermione sneaks into the Hogwarts Library while not a student
The three don't fit under the invisibility cloak
This Lupin/Tonks thing turns out to be something else entirely
Harry has a monster in his stomach/chest/other awkward body part
2 if JKR writes a remotely legit romance subplot
Mutter grumpily if she completely screws up Ron/Hermione
Malfoy is shown sympathetically
Snape is shown sympathetically
There's a connection between Godric's Hollow and Godric Gryffindor
Any time someone we've heard of dies
Harry remembers that everyone he loves is dead
Ron gets in the way
Ron does something really great and important
Ron gloats about great and important thing for next three weeks
If it takes Ron more tries to pass his apparition test than it took you to pass your driving test (sulk in the corner if you still can't drive)
Harry doubts his father's integrity
2 if Harry manages to win the day without having destroyed all the horcruxes
3 if Harry is a horcrux
Finish if Harry kills himself
Voldemort is destroyed in an as-yet-unpredictable fashion that isn't avada kedavra
Finish if Voldemort is destroyed with love. And complain loudly.
Weinbloom & Wolahan bring you:
HARRY POTTER AND THE DEATHLY HALLOWS
The Drinking Game
We recommend using M&Ms in lieu of actual alcohol for this game, unless you are particularly talented at reading while smashed.
Enjoy!
Take a drink every time:
Harry’s scar hurts
Someone shouts in ALL CAPS
Hermione encourages reference to “Hogwarts, A History”
Three drinks if someone other than Hermione mentions “Hogwarts, A History”
Malfoy insults someone’s parents
2 if someone actually manages to restrain their anger when Malfoy insults their parents.
Five drinks if we finally get a decent “your mom” joke in response
Drink if Ron and Hermione start bickering
2 if Ron and Hermione start snogging
Trelawney predicts someone’s imminent death
Rowling foreshadows someone’s imminent death
2 when someone actually dies who wasn’t foreshadowed at all
Aunt Petunia purses her lips
Bad pun in a proper noun (ie, Diagon Alley)
Two drinks for a good pun
There’s evidence that journalists and newspapers in the Wizarding world are corrupt
Two drinks if a journalist does something good
Hermione runs away to do something without any explanation
Drink every time you get furious about a character’s immense and stubborn stupidity
Snape sneers
Lupin looks shabby
Tonks trips over something
Neville trips over something
Peeves smashes something
Hagrid breeds something
Ron or Harry refer to S.P.E.W as “Spew”
Nearly Headless Nick adjusts his head
Someone new stops calling Voldemort “You-Know-Who”
2 if she explains the "triumphant look"
Dobby extolls Harry's greatness
Ron runs from spiders
Fleur kisses someone on the cheek
Someone says Harry has his mother's eyes
Harry tallies the remaining horcruxes
3 if RAB is NOT Regulus Black
Finish if Harry ends up being the only one who thinks Snape is good
If Snape really truly is evil, send JKR a Howler
Someone says something darkly
2 if Neville and Luna hook up
2 if Harry attempts to use an Unforgivable curse
Finish the drink if he succeeds
Have another entire drink if he is immediately filled with remorse
Harry returns to the curtain at the Department of Mysteries
2 if he finds Sirius there
Kreacher sulks
Harry complains about the unpleasantness of apparition
2 if Neville saves the day
Fawkes returns
Harry enrolls at Hogwarts for his seventh year after all
Harry pines for Ginny
Mrs. Weasley cooks
Hagrid is a poor cook
Any "sickening thud"
Harry enters a pensieve
Mrs. Weasley's clock is referenced
Hermione has exam anxiety
2 if Hermione has exam anxiety though not enrolled in school
3 if someone ends up going to college
4 if it's a Muggle college
Finish the bottle if it's Harvard
The first chapter starts outside Harry's point of view
The last chapter ends outside Harry's point of view
There's an epilogue summarizing the rest of everyone's lives
Any clearly slash-y line that slipped past the editors (ie, "Who's Cedric, your boyfriend?")
Ron and Hermione make each other jealous
Aberforth Dumbledore appears
Aberforth Dumbledore appears, with goats
Hogwarts has a drastically reduced student population
Hogwarts is under threat of being closed
Petunia displays more knowledge of wizarding world
2 if the Dursleys do something right for once
Muggles get involved in the war
Hermione mentions, talks to, or (gasp!) visits her parents
Hermione sneaks into the Hogwarts Library while not a student
The three don't fit under the invisibility cloak
This Lupin/Tonks thing turns out to be something else entirely
Harry has a monster in his stomach/chest/other awkward body part
2 if JKR writes a remotely legit romance subplot
Mutter grumpily if she completely screws up Ron/Hermione
Malfoy is shown sympathetically
Snape is shown sympathetically
There's a connection between Godric's Hollow and Godric Gryffindor
Any time someone we've heard of dies
Harry remembers that everyone he loves is dead
Ron gets in the way
Ron does something really great and important
Ron gloats about great and important thing for next three weeks
If it takes Ron more tries to pass his apparition test than it took you to pass your driving test (sulk in the corner if you still can't drive)
Harry doubts his father's integrity
2 if Harry manages to win the day without having destroyed all the horcruxes
3 if Harry is a horcrux
Finish if Harry kills himself
Voldemort is destroyed in an as-yet-unpredictable fashion that isn't avada kedavra
Finish if Voldemort is destroyed with love. And complain loudly.
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