copyright Alastair Forbes
Mug Party
I went to my first Mug Party last night. I thought it was about coffee and I even brought my own mug. That wasn’t what it was about.
The invitation said it was a costume party. I came as Pikachu. Everyone else wore fancy dresses and ornate opera masks.
Someone really should have told me.
Everyone was given a small bag of coins and a rubber hammer and it soon became apparent that a Mug Party was where people flitted around, politely knocking each other on the head and stealing their money.
I quickly lost all my money. Half an hour into the party, I had a splitting headache and was handing out IOUs to my muggers. I was so easy to mug, they were queuing up. By the end of the night, I was $182 in the hole.
That is the last time I let my mad Uncle Kent plan my birthday party.
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