May 8, 2005

  • Game Day Friday Night…

    I will begin this post with a marvelous quotation (I will have you all know this now, quote is a verb, people, a verb, you have never heard a marvelous quote, only a quotation) from the late Mitch Hepburn, misquoted from Paul on Friday night:

    “Yeah, I like playing games. Otherwise known as one of my friends is a competitive Ass Hole!”

    This all ties together later.

    Friday, the beautiful hostesing pair of nina and Rebecca (I will appease the young lady by referring to her as she wants to now be named, the full fullgrown woman sounding Rebecca, instead of the previous Becky appellation, which I met her as, and find difficult to leave behind. Or… maybe I will salt the wound by referring to her by all the bad nicknames we went over from here on out) invited me to dinner.

    And what a dinner it was. Look at us all, readying ourselves for a night of good conversation and fine edibles.

    Rebecky did not disappoint with her fine ass cookin’.

    Yes, we all did merrily eat from the glorious abundance, and rejoiced in the hearth of our lively chatter.

    Then it was none other than pie time.

    Yes, Nina busted out her own culinary skillz to show off roomie Reb.

    Oh man, Pie time. Pie time Baby!

    I think we can all agree I was way too excited.

    But damned if that shit wasn’t tasty as heck.

    And this pie came from special makings. This magical egg carton.

    That has produced seven doubled yoked eggs in a row.

    (debate rages as to the meaning of this harbringer, long life to all, or radioactivity.)

    maybe both.

    Then game night began in full earnest.

    Dominos over there (later backgammon), and scrabble over here.

    And here the strands unite. As we all know, I am Hepburn’s Competitive Ass Hole.

    They all felt this as I placed a two letter word.

    To get 52 points (ex, two ways ((also making re)) with the eight point X tripled twice.) and acted rutkoff smug for the rest of the game. (listen, I had a reputation to live up to, and in 4 way you can so screwed by letters, I was just glad to have the opportunity to shine)

    Oh end game.

    And end night.

    And sociopathically energetic Becca.

    Who could not go to bed without making her kitchen sparkle.

    And then we had the funny realization.

    Man, scrabble is hilarious.

    Thanks for the great night girls.

    (Bec, sorry I didn’t get a three shot to end the post).