Last night, Lisa hosted Wyvernwoode Scribal Night at her house. (Though I believe they call it "Scroll Night", in the SCA's tradition of using inaccurate terminology.)
I had fun, though I don't think I'd go to one if I actually wanted to get scribal work done; there was at least as much socializing as actual calliggling.
A good time was had by all, and we traded "games" — like "There's your girlfriend", "Count the Hos", "Wal-Mart Bingo" and "Punch Tard". The latter is similar to "Punch Buggy", but instead of punching your friends upon seeing a Volkswagen, you strike when you see someone doing something totally stupid, like a teenager walking around with his pants halfway down his ass.