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Drunken Carcassonne

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Tonight, I played my third game of Carcassone, having bullied Kris into playing with me last Thursday night, and winning that game. At 9:05 at night, I somehow convinced Keith and James to head over here to play a game, James having never played the game before. Neither Doyle nor Chookie were up for the late game, but the four of us were able to finish the game in two hours.

Impressing the heck out of me.

When I called James and Keith to invite them over (Mark, Chookie and Doyle also received the same invite), I warned them the evening could turn into Drunken Carassonne fairly easily, which it did after three shots of Glenlivet Scotch.

Boggles the seahag mind

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Keith: "I tell you, I'm no good at this game," after scoring 15 to everyone else's 2 in the first round.

Me: "I want to be ..." gesture quotes with my hands "not good at this game, too."

Last night, Kris was off playing poker with the boys. He does this so rarely that I'm perfectly content to let

However, with him gone, I jumped at the suggestion Megan made to have in impromptu dinner at someone's house, maybe a pie and cookies thrown in there somewhere. I offered Krikitt Downs, but, well, when Katie offered Assguard, I couldn't help but think, "Evening. No dogs. Friends. No dogs. Cute babies. No dogs. Hmmmmmmm.... no dogs," and rescinded my house offer.