June 18, 2005
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Last night I decided to have a small gathering to help polish off the
beer left over from my card game. The only people we had over were my
cousin’s boyfriend Desi (my cousin Ann arrived a while later), Mark,
Scooty and his chick. We decided to play some games while watching the
Cubs game (ahhhhh, fuck those Yankees!) and later Kill Bill. We started
off by playing Tri-Bond. I like that game. And I’m good at it.
Sometimes, it sucks being good at trivia and board games. Nobody wants
to play with me. People get frustrated and discouraged. What can I do,
though? Its not like I’m going to sit there and purposely miss
questions and not try to win games. Its not in my nature to do such
things. After that, we played Simpsons Clue. My cousin had arrived in
the middle of the game and was therefore, not playing. The game was
taking longer then normal. Finally, Mark said that he had all the
weapons checked off and said that something was messed up. My cousin,
being impartial, looked inside the little accusation thingy. Turns out,
I fucked up. One room, 2 people, no weapon. Unless you count Krusty the
Clown as a weapon, which would have been weird since Lisa was the other
person in there. How unsatisfying. We played that long, and had no
winner. Plus, it was my drunk ass fault that the game was messed up.
Well, not entirely my fault. I had some help from the good people at
the Miller Brewing Company. After clue, we played Rummy. My cousin and
her boyfriend left at that point. I love playing Rummy, even though I
suck at it. When we were kids, Mark and I used to play with our mom and
the old lady that lived with us (ok, my mom was old, but there was
another old lady that lived with us). To be honest, it was pretty much
the only thing we did with my mom. We used to play for a quarter a
game. That was probably the start of my gambling………….career. Is
career the right word? Nevertheless, many of my good memories of my mom
come from those card games. I remember this one time, she lost to me
and she beat the shit out of me with a wire hanger afterwards. I kept
crying and screaming “No wire hangers! No wire hanger!” Wait a minute,
that didn’t happen to me. That was from “Mommie Dearest”. What the hell
was I thinking.Anywho, we were successful in getting rid of most of the beer. The only
thing I have left now is Dave’s skunky Heineken that he left at my
house. Man, that shit was AWFUL. Skunky beer is disgusting. Shit, beer
itself isn’t all that good. You make it skunky and its awful. I could
barely tolerate it. In fact, I poured most of it down the damn drain.
NASTY!
