Games!

[thebitterguy]

First off, the Beeb talks about D&D's 30th anniversary. I wonder when they'll do an article on Shadowrun's 15th.

A couple "Oh, It's worse than groon ops reedin' 'Arry Potter, it is, luv", but overall the comments are geek nostalgia gone wild.

Feh. What else have I done? Oh, yeah. Friday night, Pater & Mater Bitter, along with Uday, were in town for a Dental convention (well, Pater was, the rest were just keeping him company).

So, they decided to have dinner. Which they requested YHB to find a venue. Sure, I said. Nothing's easier than finding a place to eat for five people on a Friday night with no advance warning.

So, they picked the venue, a restaurant we'd eaten at before, Jerusalem. Only, instead of the one in North York, they picked one on Eglington, near Avenue.

So I joked "you mean, we'll be eating in Jewish West Jerusalem?" And there was comedy for all. I even got to tell my Jewish divorce joke ("Hey, why do Jewish divorces cost more? Because they're WORTH IT!"

God bless you, Henny Youngman.

Anyway, dinner was a platter for four, shared among five. Dude, we couldn't finish it all. We were taken out like last week's trash. The appetizers were almost enough to feed us all, and the kebabs finished the job nicely.

The tomatoes were Godlike. I really need that recipe.

Saturday, eyebeams, nottheterritory and Dave came over to play Ideology from ZMG. I hesitate to use the phrase 'enjoyable' to describe the game, because I really sucked at it.

It's interesting, though. You play an ideology, starting out in the country with which it's most closely identified (although why Islamic Fundamentalism starts in Iran rather than SA, or Fascism starts in Germany rather than Italy I don't quite know). It was a good play, although I got toasted. nottheterritory kinda smoked us all, even after eyebeams nuked him with WMDs.

I did get to use my Jihad ability to take over Colombia, which was kinda neat.

For some reason, Gaddafi's all female bodyguard cadre came up. Every day, in every way, he's a little more like a James Bond villain.

After they trounced me in Ideology, we had dinner, and there's an amusing story to go with that.

Dinner was a beef n' sausage casserole from Sobey's. Snra popped it in, and then went to the store to get another one and some garlic bread and salad fixins. I started the salad and bread when she got back.

Now, you have to remember, there was much going on about Casa Bitter. At one point, I noticed small wisps of smoke coming out of the elements onthe stove. That indicates, for those of you playing along at home, that something in the oven is on fire.

I wrenched open the oven, and the bread was, in fact, on fire. Well, the BREAD wasn't, but the garlic butter was burning. I pulled it out, patted the flames with my oven mitts, and took it outside, where I stored it in the BBQ.

Now, Snra was somewhat upset by this. She thought she'd have to go back and get some more bread for dinner. I comforted her, reminding her that our guests WERE guys, and, hell, "they went to Trent. If a little scorched garlic bread is the worst thing they've ever eaten, I'll be greatly surprised".

Dinner went well, and afterwards, we played Credo.

Enjoyable game, but DAMN, you really have a LOT of setup to do to play it. I got trounced because I shuffled poorly, and everyone else had matching goals. Nice, eh? So none of my belief thingies passed, and I got hosed. Lucky me, eh?

Ah, well. I had fun, and that's what's important.

Maybe next time it'll just be simple little 20 minute card games.

Comments

[redeem147.livejournal.com]

Good title for a novel. "The garlic butter is burning."