Very bizarre drunken night. Played a game of hearts with my dad and his friends. I ending up finishing last. My dads friend John was winning until the last round, when he passed to somebody who ended up shooting the moon and winning the game. John teased me for finishing last , so I jokingly retorted that he would have won if he hadn't made such a terrible pass in the final round. He inexplicably took this terribly, called me a c*nt, and we ended up nearly swinging for eachother. It was petty surreal nearly fighting with somebody 35 years older than me. Especially considering he is in the circle of my genteel, middle class family.
TL;DR - Had a fight with an old man over a game of hearts.