St. Valentine’s Day Massacre…
Wednesday, January 14th, 2009
The following idea popped into my head last night and after a brief text conversation with Wham Dickham, things started to take shape that could forever change how we spend our Valentine’s Day. It began with the simple concept of throwing an old school V-Day party with the decorated shoebox with the appropriate slot for maximum card acceptance. Everybody would bring little cards enough to pass around to say twenty people and they could go drop off their cards in said shoebox. Then it got ugly.
I figured since we’re altogether and it is a party, we are probably going to be having a few adult beverages. Thus, The logical conclusion to this is to make the V-Day shoebox party into some elaborate drinking game. The Cupidest and Stupidest party would still follow the same format but everyone that brings cards is responsible for writing little mini scenarios on them. After everyone has divvied out their proper allotment (say 20 scenario cards in the shoeboxes), the party gathers together and going around in a circle opens their V-Day scenario cards. The cards could either dole out drinks or require you to drink yourself.
For the Cupid’s Beaus and Lingerie Ho’s party, Wham and I came up with a few scenarios to provide you with examples of the type of jovial nature we would like this game to encompass. Here it goes (it gets better as the text conversation progresses):
John E. Bravo: I Choo Choo Choose you to do a half-zee
Wham Dickham: Love Stinks; take 5 drinks
John E. Bravo: You spin the bottle and it lands on _____? Hand out a shot.
Wham Dickham: No one loves you; take two cyanide tablets, just kidding take two drinks.
John E. Bravo: Cupid pulls back his bow-wo-ow and let’s his arrows go, straight to your lover’s heart. Give a half-zee to your “lover”.
Wham Dickham: You send your girlfriend roses but she is allergic, administer yourself a shot.
John E. Bravo: You theme for this year is Love Hurts by Kansas; take 7 drinks to dull the pain.
Wham Dickham: If your significant other is there send them a half-zee, if not do one yourself for being a loser without a date on V-Day.
John E. Bravo: You propose to your girlfriend and she hesitates and says, “I will get back to on that”, finish your beer.
Wham Dickham: You go to court for a domestic dispute with your old lady. Now you be the judge. What tastes better…a half-zee of whiskey or a half-zee of vodka?
John E. Bravo: You come home early in a cupid outfit only to find your best friend putting his arrow in your girl’s quiver; you shoot him in the ass with an arrow. You go to jail and miss a turn; he gets another shot.
Wham Dickham: You are at the drive in with your sweetie sitting shotgun; now you shotgun a beer.
John E. Bravo: (I end it with a flourish) you’re my favorite booger and I nose I want to pick you to start a waterfall.
John E. Bravo: You buy lingerie that is two sizes too small as a “hope” present for your chubby girlfriend. Now hope you get out of the doghouse before June. You get to do a hope half-zee, just hope some one is nice enough not to make it tequila.
John E. Bravo: You take your girlfriend to a fancy restaurant and credit card gets declined. It is cut in half-zee right in front of you. You and your significant other each get a half-zee.
John E. Bravo: Your brother records “bitches ain’t shit but hoes and tricks” over your romantic mixed tape. Take 8 drinks.
John E. Bravo: Your girl plays, “shot to the heart and you’re to blame, darling you give love a bad name” on the jukebox as a way to break up with you. Take that shot.

