Immediately I got on my celly and texted invites. And surprise surprise, only the ballsy (and fun) people in my life responded with a "YES!" My favorite player out of the bunch? My youngest sister. She is good for a dare in case you were wondering. And just in case you wanted to start a pick-up game with your own friends, here are the rules:
Dare... A childhood game reinvented by Yours Truly
Players Needed 2+ (unless you are REALLY lonely and want to play by yourself...)
*Only one player out of the group gets a dare at a time.
*Each dare completed has to be verified by photo, audio, in person or by a credible source (and I mean Jesus and not anyone else)
*Once the dare has been completed, the Daree becomes the Darer and can pick the new Daree.
*Dares must be completed within 72 hours or unless given specific directions.
*Dares cannot be anything that will directly land the Daree in jail, in a coffin, or in a rehab facility. If the Daree ends up in any which facility LATER ON, it does not mean that the Darer lost the game.
*Dares cannot be duplicated or altered by the players.
*Dares cannot directly harm a non-player
*Each player can opt out of only ONE dare per game. In that case, they get a "double dare". If the player opts out of the double dare, then they lose.
And that's that. You might be asking yourself: "Well, what the hell am I going to win in the end, Alexis?"
The answer? You get to keep your balls.
I've been playing the Dare game off and on now for several months and sometimes I question to myself "What the hell am I doing walking around in the dead of summer with these bulky winter gloves on?" It is then when I realize that I am taking a break from the uptight and pretentious "American Dream". I am taking a break from my current quarter-life crisis. I am taking a break from living like all the other shmucks that are worried about what people think of them. I am taking a break from responsibility and I'm having fun.
Some of the dares that we have done so far:
* Deface a movie ad in the subway (child's play... Yawn...)
* Take a shit in each bathroom of the house and let it marinate until someone else finds it.
*In my sister's house (which had 7 people living in it) my sister hid all of the silverware except for ONE place setting and kept it like that for three days. Everyone was ripshit.
*Wear a shirt inside out for the entire day (too easy for school)
*My friend was working at the Capitol in D.C. at the time and I dared him to take off his shoes and dress socks and have a photo shoot in his cubicle during office hours. He did.
*Some hoity toity actors were having a sit-down on the deck of a lavish apartment building next to my job, so I dared my friend to throw tomatoes at them. Successful.
And the list goes on. And on...
