The party last night was at Nat and Paul’s house. Nat prepared three huge platters of sushi and four different types of curry dishes (all amazingly delicious!). We ate extremely well.

By about midnight, the empty wine and beer bottles had covered most of the tables in the house, the music was steadily getting louder, and Nat entered the living room with a little silver contraption and a cheeky smile. “It’s time for Russian Roulette” she exclaimed.

After raping and pillaging all of the remote controls in the house for their AAA batteries, Nat turned on the machine. It looked like a version of the Simon Says games, but instead of four colored pads to press, there were four little holes where the players were meant to insert their fingers. In front of each finger was a red light. After pressing the unassuming “Start” button, one of the red bulbs would light up and then travel around the circle like a little roulette wheel, beeping all the way. After a few seconds, it started to slow down and the lights would go out but the beeping would continue – slower and slower. When the beeping finally came to a halt, one of the four red lights would flash and the person with their finger in that hole would inevitable scream and yank their finger away, having received a shocking little jolt. We played for about 15 minutes.

Juls played a round by herself sticking four of her own fingers into the holes.

Later we contemplated sticking other body parts into the little holes, but no one was brave/stupid enough to actually try it. I challenged the room to a round with tongues instead of fingers, but there were no takers. I swear I would have done it, but we’ll never really know.