gnat's favorite dinner party game

behold the death chair:

of the dozen or so potential seating options in my apartment, maybe two thirds were fully structurally sound. the rest presented varying degrees of danger, ranging from "slightly wobbly" to "highly likely to pitch you onto the floor immediately." at last count, five separate individuals had fallen out of their seats in my apartment. i consider it a game, akin to russian roulette - there's that exciting moment just as you sit down when you wonder if the seat you've chosen is about to collapse under your weight. you may say that this is not a very nice thing to do to dinner guests, to which i respond that after two years of coming over for dinner once a week they should probably be able to recognize which are the death chairs and which are safe.

it's been fun, death chairs. into the trash you go.