Reminds me of the last retreat. Played Strip Poker. One of the ladies got a phone call from her son and she told him "Oh, we are playing strip poker" you could hear him yell "WHAT?" clear across the table. Then she explained, remember where I am. Quilt retreat--strips of fabric. He calmed down but thought we surely were corrupting his Mother. We all had a good laugh about that one. She most of all.