Sunday, March 12, 2006
To Build in Swahili
Only two posts last week. Sorry. You get what you pay for, which in your case is absolutely nothing.
Yesterday, I headed over to Charlestown to visit Irf, who was at his brother's place. Irf, Imran, and I watched the ACC semi-finals and then took a few beers down to the game room, which is sort of a community rec center on the first floor of Imran's condo complex. Our collective performance on the billiard table was poor, but kept us entertained nonetheless. Once we had played enough pool, we thought we'd call it a night...until we found Jenga amongst the boardgames on hand. For those of you who are not "in the know",
the objective is to remove a block from the tower and place it on top of the tower without knocking over the stack of blocks. Hasbro, the company that makes it, touts it as "suspenseful, tension filled and captivating fun", and I think even Osama would agree. It probably would have been weird to see three guys sitting around a table, intensely staring at a tower of wooden blocks, but that's what was happening on Saturday night. I won the first game by being the last one to remove a block before Irf toppled the tower, but the second game turned out to be much more intense. Irf jumped away from the table and did at least three victory dances during the course of the game. It was Imran who proved victorious, though. You know, I think that the most boring thing I've ever written on Mestee Blogger was our poker night recaps, and this just reminded me of that.
After leaving the condo, I went to a party at my sister's apartment. Playing Jenga at 9:30 PM, sipping vodka lemonade with an umbrella straw while wearing a flower lei at 10:30 PM. It was a harsh transition. I experienced "world's colliding" to a certain extent, as my roommates are friends with the boyfriend of my sisters roommate. Follow? That's okay. In short, guests at this party included past and former roommates and also my second cousin from Vermont, thrown in for good measure. We had a good time and I left shortly after the cops showed up.
Other comments are welcome, as always, but I'd be interested to hear feedback as to what you think of as the worst/most boring topic I've ever written about. Don't be shy, I'm bulletproof.
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Yesterday, I headed over to Charlestown to visit Irf, who was at his brother's place. Irf, Imran, and I watched the ACC semi-finals and then took a few beers down to the game room, which is sort of a community rec center on the first floor of Imran's condo complex. Our collective performance on the billiard table was poor, but kept us entertained nonetheless. Once we had played enough pool, we thought we'd call it a night...until we found Jenga amongst the boardgames on hand. For those of you who are not "in the know",
the objective is to remove a block from the tower and place it on top of the tower without knocking over the stack of blocks. Hasbro, the company that makes it, touts it as "suspenseful, tension filled and captivating fun", and I think even Osama would agree. It probably would have been weird to see three guys sitting around a table, intensely staring at a tower of wooden blocks, but that's what was happening on Saturday night. I won the first game by being the last one to remove a block before Irf toppled the tower, but the second game turned out to be much more intense. Irf jumped away from the table and did at least three victory dances during the course of the game. It was Imran who proved victorious, though. You know, I think that the most boring thing I've ever written on Mestee Blogger was our poker night recaps, and this just reminded me of that.After leaving the condo, I went to a party at my sister's apartment. Playing Jenga at 9:30 PM, sipping vodka lemonade with an umbrella straw while wearing a flower lei at 10:30 PM. It was a harsh transition. I experienced "world's colliding" to a certain extent, as my roommates are friends with the boyfriend of my sisters roommate. Follow? That's okay. In short, guests at this party included past and former roommates and also my second cousin from Vermont, thrown in for good measure. We had a good time and I left shortly after the cops showed up.
Other comments are welcome, as always, but I'd be interested to hear feedback as to what you think of as the worst/most boring topic I've ever written about. Don't be shy, I'm bulletproof.
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