What sadist invented musical chairs? You prance around an ever-diminishing set of chairs in the hope no one accuses you of ‘crowding’, sees your dance moves, or pushes you headlong into another participant. And in the end, everyone resents the winner, and the players win a crappy plastic bracelet each. What kind of game is that?
My daughter’s birthday was coming up, so I created a new game for her party. One that was fun, and which the winner actually won something of value. And none of this ‘prize for everyone’ business. The winner would be the only winner. And they would win a trip to Disneyland.
Now, I know you may think I was a touch over-zealous in my attempt to make a memorable party, but I think you may be overlooking the fact that I had no intention of giving away said ticket.
Now, back to the game.
It is loosely based on Game of Thrones, whereby there is a war for the single chair in the middle of the room. I give each child a foam “sword” with which to defend themselves. I erect a giant wall (aka grandma’s floral sheet), behind which the more sickly looking children will be instructed to sneak out and steal some of the smaller children (who would be democratically elected by the other group). This will continue throughout the game, amidst small skirmishes where some children may or may not get hurt.
In an agonising crescendo, what’s left of both groups would clash, beating at each other with the foam swords until only one person remains. My husband, “The Mountain”, would then trudge from the wardrobe wearing an assortment of pots and pans, felling the last participant and allowing me to take a seat on the throne.
He would then present me with a ticket to Disneyland.