I didn’t blog yesterday, because I was sewing pants for a party, and then at the party. At this party, I played a game called Beer Darts…
Beer Darts works like this:
- Set two beer darts dart-boards opposite each other, about 4 metres apart (maybe, I’m really bad at estimating), with chairs on either side of each one,
- Get two teams of two, and seat them on the chairs. Choose a ref or two, preferably drunk and talkative,
- Shake up two beers, place on the ledges of the dart boards,
- Contestants take turns throwing the darts at the beer cans,
- When a can is pierced, the team sitting on either side of it must drink it. They need to grab it quickly once it’s pierced, a) because it’s spraying everywhere and b) because if the ref decides that too much beer has gone undrunk, you have to share another one. If you get the top of the can, the other team has to drink two beers, but that happens very rarely.
- First team to pierce 3 cans wins.
Beer Darts would be a much more enjoyable game if I actually liked beer. Not because I had to drink beer, but because if you don’t drink beer you have to use softies + shots instead, and that’s much worse than the beer. Why? a) because the shots are stronger than the beer, but mostly because b) the softies are fizzier than beer, which makes them really hard to drink. After we lost – which means 1.5 cans of lemonade and 2 shots in about 10 minutes – I was feeling quite unwell. Too much liquid, too much sugar, and some more alcohol just to top it off, plus it was about 1 am = not a happy Lissa. But the rest of the party was good 🙂
 I chucked one of them while everyone was distracted congratulating the winners. Thanks for the across-the-garden gestural suggestion, Steve!