Friday, March 23, 2007
Conversations with Dad 1: The Party Game
We begin shortly after my Mom has handed the phone over to my Dad, who wishes to ask me something.
Dad: Boy, your Mom sure can talk, huh?
Ces: She was telling me her doctor thinks she might have mono.
Dad: Mono? What's that?
Ces: It's...wait, didn't you drive her to the doctor's office today?
Dad: You wouldn't believe the traffic on the L.I.E., Ces.
Ces: No, I mean wouldn't you know Mom has mono?
Dad: I was in the waiting room, Ces. The doctor's not gonna have both of us come in and hop up on the table.
Ces: But didn't you ask what...
Dad: Jesus, Ces, you should have seen the people I had to deal with in there. This old fuck kept sneezing on me. It made me sick. I mean, what the fuck was he doing outside anyway if he's sneezing like that?
Ces: Going to the doctor's office?
Dad: What? Right, so we had to go to the doctor's office. Ces, you should have seen the traffic on the expressway. All old people driving...
Ces: Uh, Dad?
Ces: Mom said you wanted to ask me something?
Dad: Ask you what?
Dad: Oh, yeah. I found this great game I created a few years ago when I was looking through the basement. By the way, we still have a lot of your junk in there and the house is crowded enough. Maybe you can keep all the stuff at your apartment?
Ces: What kind of junk is it?
Dad: Your old tests. Some notebooks from elementary school. Your diorama of the Shays Rebellion. What should I do with all this stuff?
Ces: Uh, toss it?
Dad: You don't want any of it?
Ces: I don't need any of it.
Dad: But what about me? You know how much I like to keep all your things!
Ces: Just at my apartment.
Dad: Could you?
Dad: Okay, but don't be upset if your mother throws it all out.
Ces: But that's what I...um, so you said you found a game?
Dad: One I created a few years ago. It would be huge now.
Ces: What kind of game is it?
Dad: I think it would be perfect for orgies.
Ces: I'm sorry. What?
Dad: Y'know, orgies. Sex parties. Like that T-shirt design I did back in...
Ces: I know what an orgy is, Dad!
Dad: Do you know how many times some thieving bastard stole that T-shirt idea? You know how rich I could be right now?
Dad: Sometimes I just want to punch someone right in the fucking...
Ces: Dad? The game?
Dad: Oh, you'll love it! Right now the working title is "Pick a Dick."
Ces: Oh, Dad...
Dad: You see, each player gets one big tile card shaped like an erect dick...
Ces: Jesus, Dad...
Dad: And each turn they get to pick a connecting piece from the pile. Big cards that you attach to the dick like a jigsaw puzzle...
Ces: Jigsaw puzzle. Right.
Dad: Some of the connecting pieces show an ass. Others show a mouth. There's a whole bunch of different cards. And whatever card you attach to your "dick" the person has to do.
Ces: Let me get...never mind. So it's a game for two players?
Dad: No, it's for an orgy party. I'm thinking between six to eight people.
Ces: Wait, so the women even get, uh, "dick cards"?
Dad: Why would a woman have a dick? Just the guys. Six to eight guys. Maybe ten. Depends on whether or not I get around to making more cards.
Ces: Oh, so the game is targeted to the gay market?
Dad: Gay?! What on earth made you say that?!
Ces: It's just that you said only guys get to play.
Dad: No, there would be a woman with them.
Ces: Oh for Christsakes, Dad!
Dad: Now you get it? Whatever pieces the guy puts together, the woman...
Ces: No, Dad. Don't...just...just don't...
Dad: What? I thought it would be great for the "tweener" market.
Dad: Y'know, people in their twenties.
Ces: That's the twentysomething market.
Dad: Wait, how old are tweeners?
Ces: Ten to twelve.
Dad: No, no...that wouldn't be right.
Ces: Listen, Dad, it's just that...where do I begin? Well, when did you come up with this game?
Dad: A little while ago.
Ces: How long ago? Were Marcello and I still kids?
Dad: You were...younger...
Ces: Okay, who was president at the time?
Dad: I know this...it was...hmm...Nixon!
Dad: Y'know, Ces, he hated Italians.
Ces:Maybe...maybe the game is more a product of its time then for today, Dad.
Dad: He constantly insulted the Italians on the tapes.
Ces: He pretty much insulted every ethnic and racial group on the tapes.
Dad: Not as much as the Italians.
Ces: I don't think when he mentioned Jews he said, "Great sense of humor. Love their commitment to tradition."
Dad: Why can't you ever be on my side?
Ces: Anyway, I'm just not sure that, uh, "Pick a Dick" would work anymore...if ever...
Dad: Of course it would! People still have sex. I even showed it to Cello and his girlfriend when they were over last week.
Ces: You showed your cardboard erect penises to Brittany?!
Dad: I think she's shy. She spent most of the weekend hanging out with your Mom.
Ces: Speaking of which, what does Mom think of all this?
Dad: I don't know. She hasn't even looked at it. She always looks tired. Do you think she could be sick?