A grand time. I forgot how much I like the Game Parlor, for one thing. It's terrifically nerdy. I will do some Christmas shopping there next week, both to support the place and get a better grip on my Christmas list. And it's so good for me to have human grownup contact. So good.
The games were great. I drew marvelously, as usual, and went 4-1. Alyssa kept me from having a perfect record. The game we played is scary to me. We were neck and neck, trading decent drek-clearing plays. Then she won. I know there were plays in between, but that's my perception of the arc. Tie, tie, tie, game over. And I didn't even break 300.
I allowed two phoney bingoes in the evening, both strategically rationalizable -- tressing* one short of a double word that gave me a good comeback (and I didn't hate the word all that much, either. The "word".) -- and trancer* which I DID hate but theoretically could have lost had it been good. I chickened out of a seven which I know perfectly well and will not admit to publicly. I also chickened out of a five.
We had a field trip in the middle. Brian, Alyssa, and I (and Brian's really cute and friendly dog) went to Wendy's. The highlight of this field trip was the courteous counter person asking Alyssa if she would rather have old cold chicken or fresh hot chicken. I can't imagine it was really an option in his mind...
Then again, one can't make inferences about what a person is thinking, can one?
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