There will be an open night of gaming at my place for New Year’s Eve. I will make something like spaghetti and maybe others will bring snacks. I have some good red wine as well to offer. I know that Patrick Gaillard and Harry Oesterreicher (and Flint) are interested. If you want more information please write to me or comment here. If you want to come for a bit or for a long visit, just let me know.
Games? Settlers of Catan, Carcassonne, Cards Against Humanity, Red Shirts, Kittens in a Blender, Sortie, Master and Commander, Dread Pirate, Guillotine, Cribbage, Chess, Go, Pente, Chaturanga, and Shut the Fuck Up. Take your pick.
I picked two bottles of red wine from my cellar for New Year’s Eve. Get your game on, red lips.
Ok, so I’m making goulash for game night (Goulash for Gamers is my new charity). I also picked a couple of bottles of Proseco for fun bubbles. Add to that the aforementioned bottles of red and the soppressata and you have the makings of a fine celebration.
Some of the time fruitcake is not just a lump of lumpiness. Sometimes it is the joy of shooting your friend’s WWII fighter plane out of the sky.
Some of the time the fighter plane which goes down is the fighter plane of your lover (and you weep on the inside), and she goes off to play Candy Crush Clone 472 to await the outcome of this Sortie. Either way, the fruitcake was good. <– real possible thing.
Jackson Reinhardt enjoyed the survey of the lands from his box on its side on a bigger box near the hub of all human activity. The view was awesome. <– look up that word.
We listened to Motorhead, McKlusky, Pink Floyd (Syd’s era), and Richard Thompson. Oh, and a fine tangent into James McMurtry (Where DID you hide the body?). Some Wire if memory serves.
I’ll miss you most of all, Proseco.
PS: That sentence about the box is not a run-on sentence and by the way it rocks to no-commas thing.
