Pant pant

It's hot out there, which reminds me of the time some years back when Ereck and I went to a backyard barbecue. It was hot like this.

The evening began pleasantly enough. Soon we decided to play some rounds of the Tape Game, wherein the names of celebrities are affixed with tape to the foreheads of players, who have to deduce their identity by asking yes or no questions. The game can be marvelous fun, but that night a perfect storm of bad feelings set in, and thanks to the heat -- and to the copious amounts of alcohol we all had drunk -- a dispute over the rules turned into an ugly screaming match. I don't know if I've played the Tape Game since.

David Lee Roth had it right in this, as in so many things.