Last night at a rehearsal dinner after-party members of the bridal party were playing a drinking game called “Landmine” that I hadn’t seen before.
The premise of the game was simple — but then, the premise of drinking games always is. You spin a quarter, drink from your beer, then have to flawlessly pick up the quarter, before it stops spinning, with the same hand that hoisted the beer. If you don’t do it right, you need to repeat the drink-and-spin process.
As players finish their beers, they can use the empty cans to flatten the quarter before another player picks it up, forcing him to do it over. The empty cans are left in position on the table, ready to serve as “landmines” that can thwart the successful quarter spin and pick-up.
The inevitable result of Landmine — or the “Crib for shots” that my college roommate and I played back at OSU — is happy, tipsy, roaring young people who quickly lose command of their inhibitions and fine motor skills. It’s a good game for 20-somethings at a wedding, who can bounce back effortlessly from a long liquid evening. Not so much for a 50-something who would rather not wake up in the morning with cotton mouth and a pounding headache.
It was a fun game to watch from a distance, though.