One cool summer night at the Black Hills Playhouse, the stone-walled room under the snack bar (“the Pit”) was filled with people watching or playing in the Texas Hold-Em finals, a culmination of a summer’s worth of poker nights. I was sitting next to my friend Jeff, and we were ruthlessly trying to distract the players during a hand. Our buddy Valerie has a notoriously weak stomach, and so the Puke Game was born.
The script of the game, if Jeff and I are playing:
Me: “Hey, did you have any of that cottage cheese at lunch today?”
Jeff: “Yeah, why do you ask?”
Me: “I don’t know. [Pause.] Did it smell weird to you?”
Jeff: “I guess, now that you mention it, but I’m sure it was fine.”
Me: “You look a little funny. Are you feeling all right?”
Jeff: “Yeah, I’m fine.”
Then Jeff’s job is to go through the pre-sick gestures, all the while denying that anything’s wrong. My job is to keep pressing to make sure he’s all right. Everyone who plays this game has different opening moves, but they usually include heavy sighing, a lot of swallowing, casual spitting, and holding their hands to their face.
Memorable playing styles include Kato’s “What If You’re Lying Down?”, Tyler’s “One-Too-Many Birthday Shots” (that one was a true work of art) and Niles’s “Can’t Run Away Quickly Enough.”
For the record, Valerie was a rock through our ridiculous behavior. I’m pretty sure she even won the hand.
