The time is fall semester of junior year. Kevin is in Austria. Jessica, Tess and I are enjoying life in the hallowed HP apartments, with our own bedrooms, a nice kitchen, and free laundry right there in the hall. We hang out a lot with Zane and Jake in their apartment nearby. Zane is one of Tess’s high school friends and a stupendous actor – he’s in NYC right now auditioning for plays. Jake is a ginormous sports fan, primarily of the Ducks, and he also did some theatre with Zane and Tess.
One night we all decided to play Pictionary.
Well, okay, not all of us – none of us can remember exactly why Tess wasn’t there, partly because one can’t properly play Pictionary in college without imbibing a little (we were 21!) and partly because I have a terrible, heinous, lousy memory. I have photos in my computer labeled “Pictionary Night,” but Tess is present and attempting to teach everyone sign language, which means there are multiple “Pictionary incidents” that could be shared.
The four of us were having a grand and uproarious time. Jessica and I are pretty much psychic when it comes to Pictionary, and we were kicking serious butt…until the word “pin” arrived.
Zane and Jake declared victory and showed off their doodle of…a pen.
“Guys,” I said, “that is not a pin.”
“Yes it is.”
“That is a PEN. The word was PIN.”
“It’s the same word!”
At this point I swelled up like a pufferfish – one who takes grammar very seriously – and rather lost control.
“It is not! Are you kidding me, it’s SPELLED DIFFERENTLY. It refers to COMPLETELY DIFFERENT OBJECTS.”
“PEN. PIN. It sounds the same!”
“No it doesn’t!”
“It does too! PEN PIN PEN PIN – ”
“YOU ARE PRONOUNCING THEM DIFFERENTLY LISTEN TO YOURSELVES.”
They wouldn’t back down.
They claimed that round.
I will never forgive them.