One of my most baffling social nights was being invited to poker night at the home of a bunch of Jehovah’s Witnesses. My buddy had married one (that’s a whole different kettle of fish, set that to the side for now lol) and that’s how I came along for card night.
So anyways… there’s no gambling allowed… so the deal was everybody put in $20 dollars and whoever “won” was awarded the trophy. To keep it totally in God’s hands and not humans gambling, the poker game’s River card would mutate all cards with the same value to Wild cards. So no matter how shitty anybody played or what anybody did, the outcome was quasi-random. Then once everybody had all the chips, they were awarded the trophy. The trophy was a 40oz bottle of whiskey. Which Jehovah’s are not allowed to drink. But don’t worry, it was agreed beforehand nobody would actually drink it, it’s a damned trophy for crying out loud!
Also we were not allowed (per JW rules) to be socializing in the first place. Also there was rock music in the background while we played which is not allowed. And the JWs would individually disappear to the laundry room to make their pop-only drinks with whatever (pop only!) products each person brought to the gathering in a zippered gym bag.
I had a friend (Who often got confused for Will Ferrell) who ran karaoke nights down south who was ex communicated, or I think it was called de-fellowshipped, from JW for trying to learn about their past. Fuck these cults are strange.
One of my most baffling social nights was being invited to poker night at the home of a bunch of Jehovah’s Witnesses. My buddy had married one (that’s a whole different kettle of fish, set that to the side for now lol) and that’s how I came along for card night.
So anyways… there’s no gambling allowed… so the deal was everybody put in $20 dollars and whoever “won” was awarded the trophy. To keep it totally in God’s hands and not humans gambling, the poker game’s River card would mutate all cards with the same value to Wild cards. So no matter how shitty anybody played or what anybody did, the outcome was quasi-random. Then once everybody had all the chips, they were awarded the trophy. The trophy was a 40oz bottle of whiskey. Which Jehovah’s are not allowed to drink. But don’t worry, it was agreed beforehand nobody would actually drink it, it’s a damned trophy for crying out loud!
Also we were not allowed (per JW rules) to be socializing in the first place. Also there was rock music in the background while we played which is not allowed. And the JWs would individually disappear to the laundry room to make their pop-only drinks with whatever (pop only!) products each person brought to the gathering in a zippered gym bag.
I mean. Yeah. It was so fucking weird man.
I had a friend (Who often got confused for Will Ferrell) who ran karaoke nights down south who was ex communicated, or I think it was called de-fellowshipped, from JW for trying to learn about their past. Fuck these cults are strange.