I hate sales “parties” – those occasions when friends and acquaintances invite you over and try to sell you candles or kitchen supplies or lingerie. They shouldn’t be called parties at all. It offends my sense of proper definitions.
(I dodge these on principle anyway. At one place I worked, there was a lot of “You went to Norma’s make-up party but you didn’t come to my bath products party.” If I didn’t go to any of them, everybody could get pissed off at me equally.)
I hate shower “parties” too – weddings, impending parenthood and the like. They cause me massive anxiety, especially when they involve gift giving.
I did go to one wedding shower that I enjoyed. It consisted of cake, drinks, presents, and conversation. We had fun instead of being forced to simulate fun.
Most all, I hate party games. They are boring. They are dopey. Often they are embarrassing. Once I started refusing to play the games, people stopped inviting me to those sorts of parties, which was fine with me.
It’s impossible to escape party games entirely, of course, if you work for a company that goes in for mandatory collegial jollity. I work freelance at home now. I have my own little parties for me, my husband, and the cats.
One party game I encountered at an unavoidable party simply astonished me. The hostess had hidden toothpicks around the house in various unobtrusive locations – lurking on window ledges, nestled in lamp bases, perched on baseboards – and the guests were challenged to find all of them in a certain amount of time.
She is the only person I know who ever had guests play that particular game. She’s the only person I know who would even think of playing that game. The mind boggles.
Even if I gave parties, I would never have stupid games. Even if I did have games, I would never have the toothpick game.That game will never be played in my house. (I bet you can guess why.)
P.S. I also hate that thing they do at business meetings where everyone has to introduce themselves and say some personally significant tidbit such as what they like about themselves. I always swear the next time that happens, I’m going to say, “I really love my peaches and I’m capable of shaking my own tree.” Just to listen to the resounding silence afterward.
3 thoughts on “I Hate Party Games!”
I agree completely. Mostly I hate going to what is supposed to be a fun event and being told how to have fun. Why can’t people just talk to each other?
I am so with you on this. I HATE THEM. And I love your Steve Miller band answer. I might steal it.
Thanks for visiting! And feel free to steal the line – I stole it myself. Now for the pedantic part (I do this a lot). The song “Lovey-Dovey” was written in the 50s and recorded by many people, including Delbert MClinton, which is where I heard it. (Then when I heard the Miller song I went “Aha!”). But the line about using it as a positive self-statement I stole from an episode of Dharma and Greg. Somehow it just stuck in my mind.