Tell Me Without Telling Me

This evening Sweet Hubby and I played a game given to him by a friend for his birthday.  The name of this game, as you have probably figured out, is Tell Me Without Telling Me.  It is a hoot.  One person rolls a die, which dictates that clues are to be given either by acting out without words, or using one syllable words only, or using any words as long as they are not on the card.  That player then draws a succession of cards which show a person, place, thing, or trait, and tries to get his team (in this case, me) to guess as many of the cards as possible, using whatever means the die indicated.  This game will be a lot more fun with more than the two of us, but even with just us two, it was quite jolly.  

I grew up in a game playing family.  When I still lived at home, we regularly played Yahtzee or poker or Tripoli or Mexican Train or Trivial Pursuit.  When the family traveled, we played road games, such as spotting license plates from different states.  I introduced my family to a game called Encore, in which a word or theme it suggested and then everyone takes a turn singing a song that fits the theme or contains that word in the lyrics.  We once drove all the way from Las Vegas to Barstow coming up just with songs about the weather.   After we kids had left the nest, a game would come out as soon as any number of us got together again.  During my years in Los Angeles, a group of gay friends and I regularly played poker or Oh Hell.  Mom loved a two-person card game called Spite and Malice, and brought out the cards immediately when my sister or I came to visit. 

During the Covid years, a group of friends and I, scattered all over the country, started playing games online every Saturday, and my family now has the custom of getting together every other Sunday for games.  Thank goodness for Zoom, which makes this possible.  Playing games, for me, is the most wonderful way to socialize while also giving the ol' bean a workout.  Win or lose, I just love to play.