So, the other day, my buddies and I were sitting around, bored out of our minds, and someone had the bright idea to play a drinking game. We’ve played them all, but we were in the mood for something classic, something that always delivers a good time. That’s when someone shouted, “King’s Cup!” And just like that, the night took a turn for the legendary.
First things first, we needed a deck of cards. We rummaged through a drawer and found a dusty old deck that had probably seen more beer than a brewery. Perfect. Jokers out, because those guys are party poopers in this game. We placed the deck in the center of the table.
Next up, the King’s Cup itself. We grabbed a big, hefty mug from the kitchen. It had a funny slogan, something like “I’m not always right, but I’m never wrong.” It felt fitting for the chaos that was about to ensue, so we placed the mug in the center of the table.
Now, for the most crucial part: the drinks. Everyone had their drink of choice. We had a mix of beers, some cheap wine that someone swore was “vintage,” and a couple of questionable cocktails. The rule was simple: hold your drink with your non-dominant hand. Mess that up, and you’re chugging. No exceptions.
We gathered around the table, the anticipation was thicker than my friend Dave’s homemade chili. We decided who would go first by the highly scientific method of “whoever yells shotgun loudest.” Sarah won, naturally. She’s got lungs on her.
- Sarah drew a card, flipped it over, and bam, it was a 10. Now, in our version of King’s Cup, 10 means “Categories.” Sarah, with a mischievous grin, chose “types of beer” as the category.
- We went around the circle, each naming a type of beer. “IPA,” “Stout,” “Lager,” “Ale,” the usual suspects. Then it got to Mark, who, in a moment of sheer panic, blurted out “Bud Light!” Now, I don’t want to start a beer war here, but let’s just say Mark got some serious side-eye.
- The pressure was on. Back to Sarah, and she confidently said, “Pilsner.” Smooth. We continued, the tension building with each round. It was Mike’s turn. He froze. His eyes darted around the room as if the answer was hidden somewhere in the ceiling fan.
- Then he did it, and he used his right hand to hold his drink. Everyone yelled, “Drink!” Poor Mike, he had to chug his cocktail, which, by the way, looked like it could glow in the dark.
We kept playing, drawing cards, following the rules, and laughing until our sides hurt. There were waterfalls, thumb masters, and a whole lot of questionable decisions. By the end of the night, the King’s Cup was filled to the brim with a concoction that I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy. And yes, someone had to drink it. But that’s a story for another time.
All in all, it was a night to remember, or maybe not remember, depending on how much you had to drink. But one thing’s for sure, King’s Cup never disappoints. It’s a simple game, but it’s the people, the drinks, and the ridiculous rules that make it a classic. If you’re looking for a way to spice up your next gathering, give it a try. Just make sure you have a good stock of drinks and a designated driver, because things can get wild, fast.