Tuesday, December 27, 2005

Tears.

Tears of mirth that is.
My uncle Jim probably made me laugh the hardest I ever have during Christmas. There were ten of us around the table playing a card game we call Oh Hell. The object of the game is to bid on the number of tricks you think you can take. The catch about this game is that we each start with 10 or 9 cards in our hand (depending on the number of people playing) and go down each round all the way to one, then back up to 10. After everyone has drawn their cards, then one person flips up a card from the remainder of the pile and that suit is trump. If you make it, you get 10 points plus the number that you bid. If Jim bids 3 and makes it, he gets 13 points.
The way we bid we call it knock bidding. Everyone knocks three times on the table at the same time. On the third knock everyone sticks out fingers representing the number of tricks one thinks they can get. So if I thought I could take two tricks, I would knock, One....Two...and on three i'd put out two fingers. Anyways, that's the premise of the game.
Jim was sitting beside me and he'd just bang on the table to startle people and see how many jumped/or said "heyheyhey, i'm not ready." So we were chuckling about that. I did it to see how many people jumped when my dad said "Okay, next person that does that gets a five point penalty." We laughed about that.
Then it happened.
We went to knock and on the second knock, my sister Mindy pulled her hand back and said "Wait, wait, wait, I'm not ready." To which my uncle said "Oh, if you pull out in the middle of banging, it's a two point penalty."
My eyes just went completely wide as I couldn't really believe he said that. Of course we took that as wrongly as we possibly could prompting roars of laughter. I was glad there was a back on my chair otherwise I would have been on the floor. Through my tears I saw my cousin Jesse laughing into his shirt, my cousin Abby crying more tears than I, and Jim laying on the table with his head on his arm laughing just as hard if not harder than the rest of us.
It was probably the funniest Freudian slip in a long time.