The Friday after Thanksgiving we went up to Milwaukee to spend time with some family, and ended up at a German bar. There was lots of polka, lots of German words I can't pronounce, and, of course, lots of shots. Apparently the thing to do there is a quintuple shot off of a ski, so we obliged. Killepitch was the liquor of choice, naturally.
(It helps if everybody is the same height.)
We also played a game of Nails, which was new to me. Each person has their own nail in a stump, and you go around the circle with each person getting one smack per turn to try and hammer it all the way in. The last person with their nail sticking out loses, and I guess each group gets to decide their punishment. My lovely cousin Elise (in the gray) had to do 10 jumping jacks in the middle of the dance floor - not too bad.
Don't think that Scott and I aren't furiously working on a way to make one of these for our home.
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