Last night, my lovely girlfriend, Jeannie, and I, hosted a night of eating, drinking and playing games with a longtime friend of Jeannie’s named Karen, and my very good friend, Mark.

We ordered Chinese food, and when we were finished with dinner and ready to break into the fortune cookies, Karen brought up the old “in bed” game, where you read your fortune and add the words “in bed” at the end. I rolled my eyes, never having thought that game to be very funny. But the results were actually interesting on this night.

When read this way, Karen’s fortune advised, “The nearest way to glory is to strive to be what you wish to be thought to be in bed.”

Okay, that makes sense. Being damn good in the sack seems like a logical path to glory.

My fortune was next: “Any activity becomes creative when the doer cares about doing it right, or better, in bed.”

That’s the stuff. Don’t come knockin’ if the rickshaw’s rockin’, eh?

Mark’s fortune sounded a bit strange, however, with those two extra words tacked on the end: “Seize every second of your life and savor it in bed.”

Huh. Does that mean one should enjoy being deathly ill and bedridden???

Jeannie’s fortune simply made no sense: “The only way to catch tiger cubs is to go into the tiger’s den in bed.”

Uhm, what??? That sounds awfully disturbing, verging perhaps on bestiality. I don’t think I ever want to play this game again.